"Sorry I'm late," Joey panted as he came into my apartment that evening around seven.  "Took us longer to finish the calculus homework."

"No problem," I said.  "I think I got most of the symbols used in primary motor functions entered in, but I can't get the thing to combine them into streams."

"Did you try resorting them first?" Joey asked, peering over my left shoulder.

"Several times," I said, smiling as he took a deeper breath from smelling the bathing powder I had put on earlier.

"Well, let me have the captain's chair so I can try," Joey said, ignoring my grin.

I stood up, then once he sat down, I walked behind him and started giving his shoulders a rubbing.

"Tim, are you trying to distract me from this?" Joey said after minute.

"No, not really," I admitted.  "But it's nice to know I can."

"Come on," he said, pulling the other chair closer beside him and patting its seat.

I had reformed the swap links around lunch time without any warning pings from my brain, and had spent the rest of the day working on entering more symbols into the database whenever I wasn't listening in to one of my classes.  Well, that's what I officially accomplished, but I also had been experimenting with my new body and had taught myself how to control hardening my two hyperactive nipples individually without the use of my telepathy.

So as I sat there with my mind focused on Suzi's nervous system while she, Leanne, Jason, and a couple others were out bowling, I absent mindedly toggled one nipple to go hard, then the other, back and forth, trying to see how fast I could do it.

"Shit, Timmy," Joey suddenly exclaimed when he glanced at my t-shirt covered chest. "What are you doing to those things?"

"Push-ups?" I grinned wickedly. "Up, down, up, down, up, down."

"Well stop it.  You're making me horny."

"Tell me about it," I groaned.  "If Suzi doesn't stop stroking Leanne's ass every time she gets up to bowl..."

"Hey.  You're here with me, remember?"

"I know it, but I was starting to get a headache so I've cut a few links on my side to lighten the load."

"I don't understand why the share link isn't helping," Joey said with frustration.  "It's always helped before."

"Yeah, well, we've never had three people fully linked at the same time either.  Shit, I hate to say it, but I'm getting tired of this.  Being in two places at once, worrying about every little ache in my head whether it's real or imaginary.  Woops."

"What?"

"I think I just wet my pants."

"What?  Which pants?  Male or female?"

"Male.  Yep.  Oh shit.  Hey..." I chucked.  "Leanne thinks she did it."

That got a good laugh out of Joey, and as I was telling him how Leanne was trying to cover up the wet spot on the shorts, I felt a stabbing pain in the middle of my brain right as Leanne was walking up to take her next turn.

"Ow! OW!" I exclaimed, dropping the bowling ball back into its corral and clutching my head.

"Timmy?" Suzi cried with concern as she rushed up beside me.

"Sorry Suz.  Game's over," I said, batting away the tears of pain from eyes. 

I took a deep breath and forced more blood into my head, then when that helped a bit, I said.  "I guess its time to try some drink."

"But what about the horniness?" Joey thought to me.

"I guess I'll just," I began thinking back to him before feeling another stab of pain.

"ARGH!  Okay, Suz.  Stick a fork in me, because I am done for the night!"

"Here," Suzi said, handing me a soft drink.  "Drink this."

"Shit, Suz," I exclaimed as I realized how full my stomach was from drinking soda.  "I feel bloated.  No wonder I wet my pants."

"You wet your pants?" Jason said with a snicker.

"Do you want to wet yours?" Suzi snarled.

"No ma'am," Jason sang humorously.

"You sure are chipper," I said to Jason a few minutes later as we left the ally.

"I went home and saw the twins yesterday," he said with a goofy smile.

"I told you you'd feel better."

"You're right.  You did," he exclaimed good-naturedly before he kissed me on the lips, joking.

"Shit, if I didn't know better, I'd swear you were drunk or something."

"Or something," he said before reaching over to Suzi and tickling her left side.

"JASon!" Suzi cried before taking control of his body from him and making him walk stiffly beside us.

"Awe come on, Suz," I said warmly.  "He's just feeling good."

"Well let him feel good somewhere else," she grouchily said while she canceled the control links.

"Yes, mistress grumpy," Jason hissed teasingly.

"I think I liked him better when he was miserable," Suzi said as Jason ran up to Molly Brinson, picked her up, put her over his shoulder, and then raced out of the building with her.

"Heh, like I don't know you're enjoying it almost as much as he is."

"Doesn't your empathy ever make your head hurt too?" she asked exasperatedly.

"Nope."

Suzi drove the four of us back to campus, and I couldn't help but enjoy Jason's overwhelming high spirits despite the now low throb in my head.  Molly was constantly giggling from his little silly comments, and I swear if Suzi hadn't been there, I probably would have been giggling as well.

By the time we reached the campus, however, the giggles from the back were due from what he was doing as much as saying, and it wasn't a surprise that when we dropped them off at his apartment building, Molly followed him up the steps giggling with her hands in his back pockets.

After she pulled into her parking space in front of our building, Suzi shut the engine off, then sighed and didn't move to get out.

"I'm sorry this isn't working out the way we hoped," I said, reaching over and squeezing her hand.

Her response was to unbuckle her seatbelt and snuggle up to me.

"Heh.  It's been a while since we've gone parking," I said once she got comfortable.

She gave me a squeeze, then said gently, "Timmy, if this swap thing is going to hurt you, then I don't want you doing it any more."

"I want to give it one more try with the drink, okay?  I was thinking maybe a couple of teaspoons every couple of hours might do it.  It shouldn't make me too horny, but it still should be enough sugar to keep the links going safely."

"Alright, but Joey told me you were cutting pieces out of the link earlier because it was getting uncomfortable.  Promise me you'll just kill the swap altogether at the first sign of discomfort."

"Okay, Suz," I said, giving her a squeeze.  "I promise."

"Good.  Now how about a kiss?"

I smiled, then gave it to her.

"I saw that," Joey said with a smirk when we finally walked in.

"Jealous?" Suzi asked before looping her arms around his neck and pulling herself up to his lips.

"Always," he said with a goofy grin when they broke their lips' suction.

"Tim, why are my nipples sore?" Leanne asked, walking out of my bedroom without her t-shirt on.

"I was um..."

"They were doing push-ups," Joey offered.

"Actually, yeah.  They were."

"Whatever," Leanne said as she fondled them in front of us.

I tore my eyes away from the stimulating sight, then made an "Echm," to steal Joey's attention from it as well.

"Yeah?" Joey said with humor in his eyes.

"Could you drag one of the five gallon containers of drink out of the basement and put it in Suzi's kitchen?"

"Resorting to that already?"

"Well, I don't think we have any other choice except cutting Suzi out of the share link."

"That wouldn't be a good idea.  We need her in case of an attack."

"I know.  So could you?"

"Aye-aye, captain," he said with a sloppy salute before turning and heading upstairs to fetch the keys to Suzi's storage cage in the basement.

Suzi came out of the bathroom at that point, reminding me how badly I needed to go myself, and how I really needed to change my shorts.  I ended up taking a shower after realizing how wet my shorts actually were.

"Here," Suzi said handing me a full glass of the sex drink as I was about to get out of the shower.

"That's a lot more than a couple of teaspoons," I complained before taking a sip.

"Tough," Suzi said as she climbed in with me.  "It's time for you and I to cross that line of yours while your brain recharges, and then once you're feeling up to it, you can do the swap."

I sighed, seeing I really didn't have much choice, and simply said, "Bottoms up," before downing the super sweet bubble gum smelling sex drink.

"You know, I wish Eric could be here," Suzi sighed as she stroked my growing hard on.

"What's the matter?  Joey and I not enough for you?"

"More than enough," she said giving my cock a nearly painful squeeze.  "I just miss him."

"You're not the only one," I said with emotion.

"Okay, time to change the subject," Suzi said quickly when she realized I was going soft on her.

"Suz, I don't want to do this.  At least, I don't want to do this right now."

"I think it's a little late now," she said seriously.  "You already have it in your system."

"Well then let Leanne work it out of my system," I said, gritting my teeth and forming the links before she could object.

I was startled to find myself lying on my bed with my vibrator going in my cunt and my nipples still tingling from what my hands had apparently been doing to them before the swap.

Seeing this was actually what I had in mind doing in the first place, I simply went back to where Leanne apparently had left off.  I spent the next hour and a half in a state of high arousal until Leanne finally expelled enough of the drink out through my cock to end the sexual heat I was feeling and allow me to fall asleep.

The next three days became somewhat of a routine.  I'd wake up beside Joey, get up, get dressed, make breakfast, then spend a half an hour resisting the effects of the fuck juice Leanne had taken that morning while Joey ate his breakfast and then left to go to class.  As soon as he was out the door, I would strip and fling my hot naked female body onto the bed and inserted my two vibrating dildos into their holes and fuck myself for a while.

Once that was out of my system, I would sit down at the computer and work until my first class.  At lunchtime I basically repeat the whole process, minus the waiting part since Joey wasn't around at lunch.  I would reconnect myself to my senses during each of my classes, but didn't need to take any control over my limbs since taking notes was the least Leanne could do.

The evenings were harder, mainly because not only was Joey there, but Leanne and Suzi would have sex off and on which always made me want to run into my bedroom for another fucking from vibrating plastic cocks or the slick silver one I had used the first night.

Wednesday was the absolute worst.  Joey went to weight room after he finished his classes, and came in still sweaty and smelly from his workout just before it was time for the eight o'clock dose of fuck juice.  I spent two hours fucking myself with his odor and his sweaty body stuck in my mind, and I nearly shit when he poked his head in the bedroom asking me if I was calling his name.

But after the hell Wednesday night, I was quite proud of myself when I actually resisted the fuck juice's call the next evening, and didn't even flirt with Joey the whole night.

Friday followed the same pattern until the eight o'clock evening dose started kicking in while Leanne decided it was time to try Suzi's ass.

I was pulling every trick I could think of to keep my mind centered on the first set of serious tests of our software.  My nipples were going nearly twenty pumps a minute, my legs stayed tightly closed together, Joey constantly bombarded me with questions about the symbols trying to get the software working right, and finally, after the third orgasm shook through my body, I couldn't stand it any more and started frigging my twat right there in front of the computer.

"Shit, Tim.  Fuck.  I guess we're not going to get any more work done tonight."

"Fuck, Damn, Fucken Shit!  I wish I could fucken turn off my sight just for a night!"

"Yeah, well I wish I could _have_ your sight for one night," Joey sighed.

"YEAH!" I exclaimed before closing my eyes and focusing all my energy into somehow pushing the sight through the share link.

As another orgasm started ascending to its brink, I pushed, pulled, yanked, and finally just screamed at it as the orgasm broke out, then with what sounded like a pop inside my head, I found myself panting beside Joey with only the five normal senses I used to have.

"Holy Shit, Joey.  I think I did it!"

"What?  Did what?"

"I..  I..  Oh shit.  I think I really did it.  Oh fuck.  I'm mute."

"What?!" Joey exclaimed with alarm.

"Wait a minute," I said as I struggled to make a connection with his mind.  "Um, I can't quite form a connection, but I definitely feel your shield.  I must have shunted more than just my vision through the share link."

"What do you mean, through the share link?"

"I tried to shove my symbolic vision through the share link to you," I said somewhat bashfully.

"I don't feel anything different," Joey said after a few moments.

"Well maybe Suz..  Shit.  Hey, ask Suzi.  I can't make a connection to her either.

After confirming she didn't sense anything different, Joey said "I don't like this, Timmy.  Maybe I should break the share link temporarily."

"Not yet," I pleaded.  "Oh man, this is so cool." I said standing up and twirling around with my arms out.  "For the first time since I've gotten my symbolic vision, I actually feel like I'm really a woman."

When I stopped my spinning around, I was a little dizzy and said so.  Joey automatically stood up in case I wobbled too much and fell, so I wobbled towards him and let him catch me in his arms.

"Hi," I said, finding myself slightly breathless as I gazed up into his amused face.

"Hey, pretty lady," he said with a grin.  "Care to dance?"

"Eww..  Yeah.  Let's dance," I cooed.

"Heh.  I was only kidding."

"I'm not," I said, popping away from his grasp and hitting the power button on the stereo.

It being Friday night, a couple of the stations had dance mixes on, and after seven or eight faster beat songs, I shivered in delight when a slow song came on.

I had never danced with Joey like that before.  He was taller than I was, so it wasn't hard to let my head rest on his shoulder and let him led us, feeling what I imagined Jennifer must have felt when dancing with me.

When the song ended, I had tears in my eyes, and after sniffing a few times, I finally looked up at his face and saw all the love and tenderness I had ever felt from anyone staring down at me in his pretty bluish grey eyes.

I kissed him lovingly, then found his arms pulling me tight against him as he returned the kisses with as much tenderness and love as I had felt in his eyes.  We only kissed for maybe three or four minutes, then after a long hug, we went back to the computer and worked for a while.

Shortly after midnight, after being stuck on the same problem for the past hour and a half, I began feeling the return of the effects of the fuck juice, and immediately had Joey query Suzi about it.

I was outraged when she admitted they had both taken a small glass just to give them some more energy, and I ended up going upstairs and describing to them in detail the hell I was about to go through before rushing back downstairs, admittedly excited, to try my dildos out without the distractions of my symbolic sight.

I was just coming down from my second orgasm when Joey poked his head in nervously asking, "You're not really calling out my name, are you?"

"Fuck!  I guess I am!" I groaned as I rolled my head back and lifted my butt off the bed, allowing me to pump the vibrator in my ass in and out like its sister in my cunt without the use of my hands.

When I felt Joey's hand touch the vibrator in my cunt, a bolt of sexual pleasure flashed through my body for a split second.  As he worked both of them in and out of my spasming holes, I let go of all of my inhibitions and started moaning his name as loud and as long as I cared to, feeling the king daddy of all orgasms building up inside my woman's loins.

Then suddenly he sobbed and left me there, but I was too far gone to stop before finishing what he started, and no more than a minute later I lurched my body into the air as the vibrator in my cunt shot out the bedroom door and clanged noisily somewhere on the kitchen floor a few times before hitting the far wall of my apartment. When I regained my senses, I recognized the sounds of my shower running, and recalled Joey's strange emotional sob before he had left.

I found him in the shower still in his shorts, leaning forward against the wall as the water ran down his back.

"Joey, what's wrong?" I asked as I opened the shower door intending to come in, but hesitated when I realized he only had the cold water running.

He didn't answer me, but didn't stop me from warming the water up or me getting in.

"Hey.  Did I do something?" I asked gently, hugging him from behind.

"Tim...  Did you and Eric..."

When he didn't continue, I asked, "Are you jealous of what Eric and I did together?"

"No, not exactly," he said before turning around and looking me in the eyes.  "Alright, maybe I am.  But I shouldn't be, and I know it."

"What were going to ask me?" I asked gently once the empathic connection his eyes had asked for had done its thing.

He let out a short chuckle before saying, "I wanted to know if you and Eric had ever had lesbian sex together."

I felt a knot form in my throat as I recalled the day prior to Eric's and my departure from Southeastern State.

"Lisa and Nickie, two of the lesbians we were living with, offered to swap bodies with Eric and I the day before we came home.  It was a sort of a going away present while also serving as a distraction to Eric to get his mind off of James leaving us.  He did it, but only because I wanted him to.  After only about fifteen minutes, he lost interest in the girl to girl sex and had me cancel the swap I had with Nickie so I could fuck his front door while Lisa fucked his back door.  We never tried it again.  He just wasn't interested if it didn't have a cock involved."

"Do you think we could..."

"What?  Have lesbian sex?" I chucked.

"Not tonight.  Just... Some day?"

"Yes.  Some day.  But Joey?" I said with all the love I felt for him, "Would you like to make heterosexual love to me?  Now?"

"What?" he gasped.  "But what about..."

"All of the times I've swapped with women, I've never felt this fully swapped before.  I can't explain it, but I feel like I truly am a woman.  And, as a woman, I can't think of anyone else I would rather make love to than you."

"Timmy, are you sure you're not letting the drink affect your judgment?" he asked with fresh tears in his eyes.

"Yes, I'm sure.  I have better control over myself than to make this kind of decision while I wasn't clear headed.  Of course, if you don't want too, that's different."

"Don't want too?" Joey exclaimed before pushing his drenched shorts down and letting them fall heavily to his feet as his cock sprang up ready to go.

But then he suddenly tore his eyes away from mine, reached down and pulled them back up saying, "But I can't.  I can't betray your true wishes like that."

"But Joey, these are my..."

"No, they're not," he said firmly, turning away and shutting off the water.  "You're letting yourself get swept away with what you're experiencing in that body.  But when this is all over and you're Tim again, you'll be right back to not wanting anything sexual between us.  But the worse part will be you won't trust _us_ anymore.

"Get out, please?" he asked softly, keeping his back to me.  "I need to wring my shorts out before I do, and it would be a lot easier without those tits staring me in the face."

So I did what he asked, and after drying myself off, I went back to the bedroom, put on a fresh t-shirt and pair of shorts on, then sat down on my bed and waited.

"I think I better go home to sleep," Joey said once he finally came out of the bathroom.

"No," I said firmly, having made up my mind.  "Suzi was right about me having drawn a line that I could cross, but not you two.  My dream-walks are as real as if I was doing it with my own body, and by allowing the dream-walks to continue like I have, I have already broken my pledge to myself about not having sex."

"Then what about love?" Joey pointed out.  "That's what you said was keeping you from coming with us last fall."

"Joey, I already love you and Suzi as much as I ever have in the past.  Especially you.  Over the past week I've realized how deep your loyalty to me really is.  And that just makes me trust and love you even more.  Please don't go.  We don't have to have sex.  Just hold me and let me fall asleep in your arms."

"Tim...  I swear, if there is any doubt in your mind, you better say it now before it's too late."

If he had called me Timmy, or hadn't looked me in the eyes with such conviction, I probably wouldn't have hesitated long enough for a doubt to form, but he had, and so I did.

"It's Jennifer, isn't it," Joey said sternly when I broke my eyes away from his.

"Yes.  I guess so."

"Look, Tim.  She deceived you, she altered your perspective, and then when I made you see the truth, she ran away rather than face the consequences.  She doesn't deserve your loyalty.  You didn't do anything to deserve what she did to you, so stop making yourself feel guilty.  You keep hoping that she'll change her mind if she sees you've stayed faithful to her when she was the one who wasn't faithful to you."

"Everything you said is true, except the most important part," I said with emotion and a few tears.

"And what's that?" Joey asked gently from the door.

"I'm not trying to be faithful to her anymore.  I'm trying to stay faithful to myself."

"Huh?" he said, finally coming into the bedroom and sitting down beside me.

"Losing Jennifer made me see things differently than before," I began, taking his right hand in mine.  "I kept telling her that sex is not love, that you can have sex with someone without it affecting the love you felt for someone else.  But when she left, I found that I loved her so much that sex wasn't what it used to be to me.  And all that time where I would make love with a girl, then make love to another, my feelings faded for them after we stopped having sex.  But they didn't for you, Suz, Eric, and especially Jennifer since we never actually had sex.  You're all inside me, apart of me, and now I can't help but feel that sex should be reserved for that kind of love.  I want to save it for those special people.  And last fall I wanted to save it just for Jennifer because I thought she was saving it for me as well.

"But now I only want to show you how much you mean to me, and no matter how I may feel later when the swap is over, I will still trust us because I know that you could never betray me again, just like I could never betray you again."

I noticed his tears dripping off his face as he brought my hand up to his lips for a kiss, then he got off the bed and walked out of the bedroom, stunning me as I thought he was still going to leave.

But when he went into the bathroom, then a minute later came back out without his wet shorts on but wearing a slight blush on his cheeks, I let out a sigh of relief before scooting back on the bed and laying down.

"Do you want to wait until morning?" he asked once I was happily snuggled up against him.

"Let's just see what happens," I said lovingly as I moved my face up to kiss his lips.

We kissed lovingly for a few minutes, but when Joey pulled me on top of him and I felt his cock touch my lower bare thigh, I shivered in excitement and started using more tongue.

His hands started wondering down my back, eventually slipping his hands under my t-shirt and started working it up my body.  When we broke our kiss to get back our breath, I raised my arms over my head and pulled the shirt off with a quick yank.

The next instant I moaned his name as his fingers found my hardened nipples.  Without even using his own version of the magic touch, I found myself gasping with pleasure as he rolled them with his thumb and forefinger just as I had done many times to others.

His wet tongue and lips soon found their way to my tingling nips and the large orb like mounds of flesh they were attached to, and while he explored the valley between them with a passionate tongue, his arms wrapped around me to squeeze and hold me tight.

My cunt by that point was drooling with its juices, and suddenly I felt the ache to fill its emptiness with the mass of his great steed.  As my hips began to pump to signal my readiness, Joey suddenly nipped my left tingling nipple with his teeth, which triggered a momentary blast of sexual pleasure through out my whole feminine body.

I was slightly dazed when I felt Joey's hands sliding inside my loose shorts and started sliding them down, but I instantly moaned my approval and wiggled my whole body to help as he tried to finish the job with his foot.

Once I was fully undressed, I looked him in the eyes and said with an evil grin, "Now we're going to find out what this cunt can really do."

Joey's excited grin faded slowly as I stared into his eyes while raising my hips up, capturing his rod with my dripping hole, then opening my vaginal gates all the way and plopped down over it like a large open mouth.

His astonishment was only barely registering on his face as I relaxed those muscles and allowed my fuck passage to close in around his helpless cock, then once I had full contact with his dick, I began to gyrate my hot wet velvet glove to pull him in deeper like I had with the vibrator.

Joey's eyes went wide as I started turning up the gyration speed and pressure, and I watched with satisfaction as his eyes lost their focus and his mouth opened in a gasp of pleasure.  His hips started instinctively moving beneath me, his eyes closing with pleasure while his breaths became deeper and more energetic.

I pushed myself up onto my hands to give myself greater leverage, then just as Joey started to acclimate to my cunt's massaging of his great tool and raised his hands to play with my breasts, I blew his mind as I reversed the direction of my gyrations, but ended up turning the pressure down a bit to keep his dick from actually being pushed out despite my weight baring down on it.

Carefully watching his face, I noticed how the sweat would bead up on his skin before its mass became too great and would roll away.  My empathic senses were not entirely at their full strength as I wasn't completely accustomed to using Leanne's facial features, but I didn't need any of that to know Joey was in heaven, especially when his head would roll in a desperate moan of delight every time I reversed my cunt's polarity and grip.

Orgasm after orgasm I massaged his helpless dick through, bringing him to at least a dozen climaxes; not once did he start going soft until I finally felt he had had enough and stopped without I having humped even once.

Joey lay beneath me, sweating panting, and completely wiped out, while I had only formed a slight sheen of sweat, mainly from the great heat coming off his powerhouse of a body.

"Holy shit, Timmy!  Holy fuck!" Joey finally gasped once he was capable of speech.  "That was...  Holy fucking shit!"

"So you liked that, did you?" I teased, sliding my body down to where my head was on his chest and laying down, and found myself quite comfortable on top of his sweet sweaty heaving-for-breath body.

"I don't think I've ever cum that hard, that fast, and definitely not that many times without the drink!" he exclaimed.

"You think that was good, wait until we actually fuck," I said with pleasure while swirling my left hand through the hairs under his sweaty armpit.

"I don't' think I have it in me to try that tonight," he said honestly.

"That's okay.  We have all weekend, you know," I said, looking up at his face.  "And I'm not horny for it right now anyway."

"I love you," he said with emotion.  "If I didn't have Suzi..."

"Shh," I said as I moved forward and kissed him on the lips, then slid back down and got comfortable for the night.

I fell asleep on top of him like that, feeling his mind running at full speed while his right hand caressed my back like I had seen him do to Suzi practically every Saturday night since I had arrived.

When I awoke the next morning, I found myself full of the fuck juice's horniness, and shuttered in sexual pleasure recognizing Joey's semi hard cock against my left ass cheek as he slept.

I turned towards him and gave his lips a couple of lusty licks to awaken him, and could barely contain my impatience as he opened his eyes and said, "Good morning, lover."

"Fuck me," I growled with the primal need to fuck in my voice.

When his eyebrows shot up in a moment of surprise, I took his arm and started pulling him on top of me.

"Okay, okay," he chucked as his cock grew to full size.  "But if you want this to last, you're going to have to lay off the...  Oh shit you're tight."

"Yesss," I hissed as he continued to push his cock deeper into my fuck hole, having tuned it the night before to know exactly how tight to make it for him. 

"Just a little bit further...  Right there!" I exclaimed as I gripped his cock where its ridge was right against my favorite g-spot.

"Shit!" Joey gasped as he found himself unable to pull it out or push in any further.  "Damn, Timmy.  If you have that much control over it, then what the hell do you need me for?"

"To fuck ME!" I grunted as I sucked his cock in deeply, nearly pulling Joey off balance.  "Fuck me, Joey.  Fuck me and make me come screaming!"

As Joey began his full body pumps, we both quickly became covered with sweat as we felt the pleasure from the other's sexual organs doing their thing.

As his cock slid back and forth inside my well-lubed hole, I varied my slut muscles movement so that each penetration and withdrawal was different from the last.  Sometimes I sucked his cock in, other times I added resistance, but never enough to prevent it from moving in the direction he was driving it in.

Joey admitted to me later that he had put a block on his orgasm until the drink's effects on me were wearing off.  I didn't know that at the time, but I didn't really care if he came or not from the intense pleasure his cock was providing me.

Nothing is as good as the real thing.  I only orgasmed four times, but they were huge and noisy, and by the time I was satisfied and felt Joey's cum splatter across my stomach and the base of my tits, I was ready to fall asleep from the post orgasmic bliss.

But Joey wasn't finished yet.  He cleaned his spunk off with his tongue, enjoyed my breasts for a bit, then fucked me with renewed passion using his voice so our orgasms went off at the same time.

I guessed Suzi had drank some drink herself and had shared its effects with him through the share link, for I couldn't imagine how he could have produced so much ejaculate that it started leaking out of me while his dick stayed hard and buried inside me.

After moving into a sixty-nine position, I confirmed my suspicion by recognizing the sweeter taste of his precum as it continued to drool from my mouth's attention.  Joey's wicked tongue nearly brought me to another orgasm, but I was momentarily distracted at the critical moment by the flooding of my mouth of his drink enhanced cum.

It was Joey's turn to lie on my chest and fall asleep as I stroked his head lovingly.  My mind wandered a while until I too got a bit sleepy and joined him in slumber.

Joey was still asleep on top of me when I awoke again, but after a few moments of lying there with my eyes closed, Suzi's voice beside me startled me enough that I jumped and woke him up.

"Sorry," Suzi said with weak grin.

"You okay?" I asked her when I saw how fast her grin faded.

"I'm fine," she said softly and warmly.  "I just got caught up in the moment, that's all."

"What moment is that, Suz?" Joey asked, crawling towards her while his cheeks burned bright red.

"Nothing bad, I promise," she said, kissing Joey on the top of his head.  "I just came down to see if you were ready for lunch, and if you wanted some drink yourselves."

"Mmmm," I mentioned as I stretched, finding it a bit of a relief to get Joey's mass off my legs and chest.

"Was that a yes?" Suzi asked humorously.

"If I drink some, it will only affect Leanne, not me.  So it's really up to you and Leanne."

"What about you, Joey?" Suzi asked.

"I guess I could use a small glass," he said while staring at Suzi.  "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

Suzi smiled sweetly, and then kissed him on the lips gently before saying, "What's done is done.  I'd rather you just get it out of your system now and not worry about it."

"Suz..." Joey moaned with concern.

"Are you two coming upstairs for lunch?" Suzi asked, ignoring Joey.

"Yes," I answered, seeing we needed to get out of the bedroom for a little while and that was as good of a reason as any.

"Suz..." Joey again moaned, scrambling off the bed and following her out.

I watched his sexy ass until the wall blocked it, and then sighed, finding myself quite content and happy despite how Suzi was apparently upset by our sex.

After a quick shower and dressing, I went upstairs and found Joey still naked, fixing our lunch while Suzi and Leanne sat at the kitchen table, necking.

"Timmy?" Suzi gasped as Leanne slobbered on her neck.  "Can I give you some hickeys?"

"Suck away, Suz," I said without hesitation as I joined Joey in the kitchen.

"Just proving I'm still her love slave," Joey said with a grin when I gave him a questioning look.

"So she's not upset?"

"Nah.  She just wasn't sure exactly how things stood, that's all," he said as he flipped the toasted cheese sandwiches he was grilling.

"And how do things stand?"

"Uh, well...  Pretty much like they did before, except we've both come to the conclusion we're having the best sex we've had in a long time, and it isn't with each other, but our, um, best buddies."

When he saw my disturbed face, he said, "Hey...  Don't worry about it.  We're both okay with it.  It just gives Suz and I both something to work on.  Something we can work on together, you know?"

"But maybe we should..."

"Don't even say it, Tim.  This whole thing was your idea, and if Suz and I weren't both having the same good time, maybe then there would be something to worry about.  But this isn't going to last that long, so lets just enjoy it while we can, okay?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right," I said with relief.  "Because I don't know how I could live with myself if you didn't fuck my ass a couple of times."

"Heh.  Old habits die hard, don't they Timmy?"

"You can say that again," I said, playfully sticking my tongue in his ear.

During lunch, Joey got a call from one of the medical center's lab technicians, then made a couple of phone calls before coming back to the table to finish eating.

"What was that all about?" Suzi asked.

"I had one of the lab techs analyze a sample of the drink to try and figure out what's in it that boosts the blood sugar levels.  I thought if we could isolate it, Tim could take it by itself so he wouldn't have to deal with the horniness three times a day."

"You shouldn't have done that without consulting me first," Suzi interrupted.  "Tim's dad said I'm not supposed to let anyone take any drink home with them, and specifically told me to never allow it to be analyzed by anyone.  He doesn't want anyone else to ever get their hands on the formula."

"I knew that," Joey admitted.  "That's why I had Doyle do it.  He's as loyal to the Group as Sherman is to Tim's dad.  Besides, I only gave him a couple of ounces.  He said would need a larger sample and probably another week to do the job, but he also said he had given a small dose to a lab rat and took a blood sample while the rat was under its affects.  What he found in the blood wasn't just glucose, but some other stuff that was a little over my head.  So I called Sarah, and after she talked to the Doyle, she wrote up a prescription that should do the trick.  She's having one of the Eta's get it from her and have it filled.  It should be here in about an hour."

"Thank you," I said as I climbed into Joey's lap.

I gave him a long loving kiss, then climbed off to let him finish his lunch.

Once lunch was cleaned up and Joey had gotten dressed, the four of us watched TV together in Suzi's living room.  Joey and I were doing some serious flirting with each other, and I kept getting this strange vibe from Leanne.  I don't know how to describe it, as I never really identified the emotion behind it.  Not that I really gave it much thought.  I was too busy enjoying myself flirting with my oldest friend to care about anything else.

Joey was chasing me around the apartment with a glass of ice cubes when the Eta arrived with the prescription and a bag of supplies.  I teased the poor boy the entire time he was there (my nipples were visible through the damp t-shirt), but settled down and got serious when Joey pulled out a package of hypodermic needles from the bag the Eta had brought.

"It didn't come in a pill form?" I complained.

"No," Joey said patiently, then asked Suzi and Leanne, "Do either of you know how to administer an intramuscular injection?"

"I do," Leanne said.

"Can you administer it to yourself?"

"I'm sure I can, but I've never tried," Leanne admitted.

Joey and Leanne instructed Suzi how to prepare and give the shot, and I was fairly grateful that I couldn't feel it from the yip Leanne made when Suzi stuck it in my body's left arm.

"How often will one shot last?" I asked.

"Eight to ten hours, for our purposes," Joey said.  "Sarah said we should only try one today and one tomorrow to make sure there aren't any negative affects and just use the drink for the rest of the day. We can bump it up to two shots on Monday, and if that works out okay, then we can try doing three on Tuesday.  Tim, if you feel even the smallest amount of discomfort, you let me know so we can take care of it before it gets serious."

"Don't worry," I said.  "I'm not going to risk losing the links and miss out on what may be my only chance at experiencing being a woman without my sight interfering."

"Good," Joey said, wrapping his arms around me and bending down for a kiss.

We all went back to watching TV a while, then during a commercial Leanne and I started talking about the discoveries we made concerning our borrowed bodies.

After running downstairs to get my silver vibrator, I demonstrated my muscular control, but didn't fire any rounds off like I had originally planned when I felt both Suzi and Leanne feeling a little uncomfortable about the subject.

Leanne gave a demonstration of her own muscular control by maintaining a full hardon for over five minutes without stroking, then witnessed Suzi demonstrating her own skill at keeping it hard without touching it by teasing my/Leanne's nipples in various ways.

Three hours after the injection had been given, I was lying on my stomach with my head on Joey's lap enjoying the feel of his hands rubbing my back while watching Suzi's and Leanne's flirtatious kissing.

"Shit, Suz," I exclaimed when Suzi captured Leanne's lower lip in her teeth and pulled it back.  "Be careful."

Suzi rolled her eyes, then let go of her captive and plunged her tongue into Leanne's mouth.

I personally wasn't the least bit aroused watching them make out, but I could sense that Joey was getting turned on by it.  Several minutes went by before Joey finally shifted to give his hard-on more room.  I waited another minute after that before rolling over onto my back and gently placed his wandering hand onto my left tit.

I was surprised when he immediately removed his hand and started to get up, but after lying down beside me, Joey pulled my t-shirt off and started orally worshiping my nips.

"Timmy?" Suzi called as she gasped for air.

"Yeah Suz?"

"If Leanne and I gave each other enemas, would you care if we did a little butt munching?"

"Shit Suz," Joey said before catching the look on my face.

"Awesome idea, Suz," I exclaimed.  "But only if Leanne is okay with me and Joey doing it too."

"Fuck, I don't care," Leanne groaned.

After moving the furniture around in Suzi's living room and putting two comforters down on the floor, we all went to the bathroom and took turns getting enemas before taking a quick shower.

Thirty minutes later, Joey himself was proving his earlier words about old habits dieing hard.

"That's right, Joey," I gasped, "Suck my ass.  Suck my slutty ass.  Suck all your dirty shitty butt fucking cum out of my ASS!"

"Shit," he chuckled before he tried to wiggle his tongue back into my gaping open rose.

"Oh God, I wish I could do that to you," I moaned with my eyes closed as he tickled my clit with his thumb.

He pulled his head away from my ass and said, "My tongue is tired, and my cock feels like it's gonna explode again.  Which hole do you want it in?"

"Fuck my PUSS!" I hissed.

"Yeah.  I hate to say it, Timmy, but I like your pussy better than your ass anyways.  Damn, you're practically foaming down there!"

"Fuck me, Joey.  Fuck my slut hole and make me feel like a fucking WOMAN!"

He slammed his cock into my oozing sex and proceeded to fuck me doggy style as I pulled all the stops out of my cunt's pleasuring his fuck stick and started sucking it in and blowing it back out as hard as I dared.

After finally letting ourselves come in what had to be the noisiest verbal exchange of orgasmic pleasure we had ever exchanged, Joey slowed his humping, then gently rolled us over so he was on bottom, his semi hard cock never leaving my wet velvet glove. 

As we rested, I became aware of Leanne's eyes watching us as she sent another round of those strange vibes I had felt earlier.

Suzi walked over with a pitcher of lemonade and 4 glasses, giving both Joey and I a clear view of her asshole when she bent over while setting the drinks down.

When she turned around and faced us, she hesitated a moment as my empathic senses got blasted by her lovesick fear.

"Come 'ere Suz," Joey called gently, sensing her emotional turmoil himself.

I rolled off from on top of Joey, then when Suzi just stood there undecided, I reached up and over to take her hand and gently tugged her down.

Once Joey and I got her to lie on top of him, she gave Joey a testing kiss on the lips, then relaxed and gave me a weak smile.

"You're my mistress, my love, and my life, Suz," Joey said gently as he stroked her hair and back.  "I'm yours mind, body, and soul.  You say the word, and Timmy and I will stop messing around."

"No, you don't need to stop," Suzi insisted.  "I guess it disturbs me seeing you with another woman...  But I really am okay with you and Timmy sharing your love like that.  I keep forgetting it is Timmy and not another woman, that's all."

"Are you sure Suz?" I asked.  "We really can stop if you want."

"Yes I'm sure," Suzi said confidently.  "It makes me feel good knowing you can both feel that way about each other without it having to involve me."

"I love you," Joey said emotionally as he gave her a gentle hug.  "I love you I love you I love you I love you.  I can't say it enough."

After they exchanged another tender kiss, Suzi asked, "Timmy?  Could you and I have a chance to get close again like you and Joey are right now?  Maybe next semester sometime?"

"Yes," I said, approaching her face, intending to give her a kiss of my own.

"Ugh," she said, avoiding my lips.  "But in your body.  Not someone else's."

I gave her a peck on the cheek and said, "Okay."

After drinking some lemonade and resting a bit, Joey suggested we knock off the sex play until the eight o'clock dose of drink.

"I have a suggestion though," I began.  "How about a game of Suz ball before dinner."

"Suz ball?" Leanne repeated.

"Fine by me.  Suz?" Joey queried.

"Okay," Suzi said after few moments.  "But I don't want to overstrain Timmy's body, so just one round, okay?"

Around seven thirty, Joey and I took a shower, washing each other without rushing, and more importantly, without anything more but a simple kiss here and there.

As we lay in bed together, we sleepily watched the clock as it made its way towards eight o'clock, talking about our software and our plans for next semester, ending up on the topic of what it will be like having the twins around for a while.

The talk was immediately forgotten the moment Joey announced it was eight o'clock to both me and the two upstairs who apparently were waiting in bed just like we were.  Joey then passed the partially filled plastic Tupperware bottle of drink to me, then once I had drank my share, he accepted it back and drained it before tossing it off the bed with a grin.

"You know, we're going to have to find something less strenuous to do tomorrow besides fucking all day," I said as I mirrored his grin while he climbed on top of me and waited for the drink to reach his somewhat undecided cock.

"I don't know," he said, looking in my eyes with a mischief gleam in his otherwise sleepy eyes.  "I was kind of thinking of asking you and Suz if we could try a little homosexual sex."

"But Suz doesn't care for...  Oh, I see.  You swap with Suz and...  Grrrr...  You waited until I had the drink in me to mention this, didn't you?"

"Not purposely, no," he said honestly as his fully hardened cock started slipping through my wetting vaginal gates.  "Just forget it for now and concentrate on THIS!"

I rolled my eyes up in pleasure as his cock surged with his magic touch, washing my mind clean of any coherent thought while I moaned and began to thrash underneath his hard pumping body of masculinity.

We fucked for nearly an hour straight, during which his cock remained inside my cunt the whole time, only pausing in our fucking long enough to catch our breath, take another gulp of drink, then hump slowly while we ate each others lips until the drink could kick back in. 

After that first hour stretch, we kissed, we sucked, and then gave each other enemas again and munched on each other's asses with abandon.  Only in this instance did I miss my cock.  Sucking on his ass just wasn't any fun for me without the cream filling.

Joey's hard on bobbing against my bare ass woke me the next morning, and after waiting for it to finish its hardening, and then found it shrinking again, I allowed myself to roll onto my back and stretch as Joey stirred.

I crawled up to his face and kissed his lips with tenderness, then smiled as he began to kiss me back sleepily.

Once I was satisfied that he wasn't going to go back to sleep, I started kissing my way down his sexy body, intending to give him a morning blow.

But just as I was passing his belly button and closing in on my target which was already fully deployed, Joey sudden gasped and sat up with eyes wide in amazement, knocking me off balance to where I hit my shin on the bed's foot board.

"Timmy!" he gasped as I started to recover my wits.  "I see them!  I can see them!"

"What?" I asked, immediately forgetting my pain and the displeasure of being interrupted by the excitement and wonder in his voice. 

And then just as I had worked it out myself from seeing the far away look in his eyes, Joey choked out emotionally, "The symbols.  The...  The beautiful and fucking awesome symbols!"

"Joey, I need you.  Stay with me," I begged him.

He blinked a moment, looked at me with his full attention, but then he said, "Wow.  Look at all those streams," as his eyes unfocused and his empty gaze followed the sensory streams up to the ceiling and beyond, probably ending somewhere in Suzi's bed.

"Joey, you need to wake Suzi so she can give me my morning dose," I said urgently.

"Oh yeah... Okay," Joey said distantly.

"Did you wake her?" I said after listening for movement upstairs.

"Yeah, I'm just filling her in first," he said as he let his gaze return to a more natural position.  "Wow, Tim.  Now I understand why you tuned everything else out when you first got your sight.  Even when you formed that one link thing that let me see them, it wasn't anything as spectacular as this."

"Really?" I said with surprise.  "It was supposed to be identical."

"Well, I guess it was, but you were in control of what we focused on, so I never really felt what it was like with it all around us."

Joey then blinked his eyes, looked at me with his full attention again, and as his eye began filling with tears, he said with increasing emotion, "Timmy, this is the greatest gift you've ever given me."

We immediately hugged, sniffing from our mutual moment of happy tears, and then he lay down while pulling me on top of his chest to lovingly rub my back while he began exploring his newest sense.

All too soon my peaceful and loving contentedness gave way to the tingles and demands of the fuck juice, and after several long and restless minutes of resisting my need to fuck, I crawled up to his face and licked his lips to see if he would respond.

"Heh.  Horny, huh?" he said, looking me in the eyes a moment before the life left his.

I stuck my tongue in his mouth and began sucking as much of his spit out of his mouth, getting his attention back to the situation at hand long enough for his cock to respond.

I shivered in relief and lust as I lowered my dripping and anxious cunt onto his one eyed warrior, sucking it in with my pussy's vacuum on full and proceeded to fuck him with everything I had.

I couldn't blame him for going soft.  The symbolic sight just overwhelms you when you first get it.  You can't help but forget about everything else as you explore the wondrous clusters of the minds around you, even when building up to a fucking grade A orgasm as I had been furiously working to giving him.

So I left him lying in bed with that absent look on his face and went to fuck myself in the shower with my favorite toys.

Once I had enough of the fuck juice out of my system to somewhat think straight, I got out the razor LeAnne had demonstrated how to shave her legs and armpits with and proceeded to shave off all the stubble that had formed since then.

By the time I had finished, I understood exactly what Joey had meant about women being higher maintenance.  At most, all we guys have to do is shave our faces once a day.  Women have to shave their legs and their pits, worry about their periods messing up their clothes, and there were several other women afflictions I thankfully didn't have to contend with, but could see how annoying they would be.

And putting makeup on was a lot harder than I thought it would be.  All I wanted to do was put a little eye-liner on and some lipstick.  Lipstick I had done before and didn't have any problems with, but it took me at least twenty minutes to get the eyeliner evenly applied on both sides.

Once all that was done, I searched through LeAnne's clothes to find something feminine to wear.  After finding nothing besides a tube top and a pair of tight shorts, I had a brainchild.

"Joey, honey?" I said after getting his attention by holding his mouth and nose shut.  "I'm going shopping and don't know when I'll be back.  Don't stay a zombie too long or you might get a headache."

As I gathered my car keys, checkbook, and LeAnne's pocketbook with her ID from my desk in the bedroom, Joey stretched and said, "Yeah.  I'll be there in a minute."

"What?" I asked, putting my hand on my hip and giving him the annoyed look Suzi always gave us when we hadn't heard something she had said.

"Didn't you just ask me if I wanted to help you with the database?"

"No.  I said I was going shopping and I didn't know when I'll be back."

"Oh.  Well have fun," he said as he got up and walked out without even registering my slutty look.

"Oh, I will," I said with a wicked smile.  "Look out world.  Here comes Timmy, queen of the mall sluts!"

-

"Hey, Skippy," I greeted the mid twenties teller who I was on first name bases with.  "How's Darlene?"

"Fine... Doing fine," Skippy eventually said, struggling to keep his eyes off my nipples as they hardened and softened about ten times a minute.

"Timmy Brandton sent me over to get this check cashed," I said, handing over the check I had written.

"Timmy Brandton? Oh Tim Brandton," he said with recognition, and finally glanced down at the check, frowned, then flipped it over. 

"I'm afraid I can't cash a check made out to cash unless the account holder is present."

"But I am... err..  Come on Skip.  Timmy's busy right now and I don't want to interrupt him."

"I'm sorry miss.  Now if he had made it out to you and you have an account here, then I could accept the check and depending on your..."

"Okay, okay," I sighed, turned to leave, but then suddenly sensed the irritation and disgust of the lady who was already approaching to take my place.

"Slow down there, miss bunchy pants," I said with humor, pointing both of my nipples at her accusingly.  "I'm not done yet."

The scowl on her face was just starting to reverse from my empathic smile when I turned around and directed it at Skippy, turning it up to its top most setting.

"Skippy, Skippy, Skippy," I sighed as the edges of his lips started twitching upwards.  "I so much wanted to do this for Timmy Wimmy.  I'd hate to have to take him away from the three little orphans he's with at the amusement park.  He told me specifically to see Mr. Osmond, the handsome, intelligent, warm loving eyed teller because he knew you wouldn't want to spoil their fun, not even a moment."

"He... Told you?" he gasped, his eyes lost in joy from my smile.

"Timmy tells me everything," I said as I carefully turned down my empathic smile until it was off, then stuck my tongue out and touched the tip of my nose.

"I guess I can..." he said as he recovered his senses.  "I'll need to see your ID, and you'll have to sign the back of the check."

"You ever tell Darlene about the secret handshake?" I asked in order to distract him as I carefully copied LeAnne's signature from her driver's license.

"Uh, no, not yet," he said, momentarily thinking back to his own orphanage days and the time he first learned the touching of your nose with your tongue would get you a blow job from a girl if she liked you.

"Well, that's too bad," I said as I handed the check and the driver's license over to him, and then suddenly noticed how attractive he actually was.

"Skippy?"

"Hmm, yes?" he responded as he handed LeAnne's ID back, then looked up at my face.

I carefully touched my tongue to my nose, then mouthed the word, "you" with a suggestive look.

Startled, he nervously looked around to see if anyone saw what to him had been an obvious sexual gesture, then relaxed and said quickly, "Thanks, but uhm...  Darlene.  You understand."

"That's a big affirmative, Skip," I said with an empathic smile.  "Sorry.  I should have known."

As he counted out the twenty one-hundred dollar bills, he started getting uncomfortable about what he was doing.  So I asked him for a piece of paper and pen, wrote down Suzi's number and told him to call it and ask for Timmy.

Suzi immediately connected with me to find out what I needed, and within seconds she passed everything to LeAnne who told Skip over the phone the check was genuine.

"Well, see ya, Skip," I chirped, stuffing the wad of cash into the tube top between my ample tits, and getting a moment of satisfaction as I turned my two hooters away from his hungry eyes.

As I drove into the mall's parking lot, I found myself getting really excited about the whole shopping thing.  Or more like what I was planning on trying to get away with while I was shopping.

And to make things even more exciting, I wouldn't be able to rely on my voice to get myself out of a tight spot since the only thing I had been able to do so far with it is to read someone's current thoughts, and that required a lot of concentration to get it to work.

But I still had my empathic abilities, plus an awesomely sexy body, and I was pretty sure I could use my nipples to literally hypnotize an unsuspecting male.

First order of business, however, was to buy some appropriately slutty clothes to wear, then grab some lunch.

The moment I entered the mall, I announced to the twenty or so people within my voice that their mall slut had arrived.  I loved making a scene, and damn it!  Did it ever feel good with all those eyes on me.

Most of them decided they had misunderstood what I had said, and I had to strain against my urge to repeat my declaration so I wouldn't get kicked out the minute I had arrived.

And not everyone had dismissed my words.  As I made my way towards the nearest department store, I felt two pairs of eyes watching me, and when I realized the owners were following me, I gave this woman at the perfume counter such a blast of my empathic smile, she cried out in happiness.

"Whew, I better watch that," I muttered to myself after realizing the poor woman had also wet herself.  But I didn't even try to force the smile that had made on my lips go away.

When I felt the disgust of the saleswoman in the lingerie department, I just couldn't help but alter my plans.  I left the tiled walk and wandered around the displays of women's underwear, not pausing more than a second or two on anything until I reached the more exotic collections.

Once I had made sure my faithful two pairs of eyes found me again and were sticking around, I selected three black lace bras, all three far too small for LeAnne's ample bust, took them up to the sales lady, and just let my nipples do their thing as I waited for her to finish with another customer.

"Yes.  May I... help you?" the fifty something woman said, looking over her glasses with cool and steady eyes.

"Hi ya," I said, turning my nipple speed up to twenty cycles per minute.  "You think these would be okay as a training bra for my little sister?  She wanted something extra sexy, and the regular trainers are just so...  blah."

"I see," she said, taking it all in stride.  "Are these the proper size?"

"Well, I was hoping you'd know," I said hopefully.

"I see," she repeated coolly.  "How old is your, echm.  Little sister?"

"Fourteen," I said, giving up on the nipples as she was convincingly ignoring them.  "Her titties are just about your size, and I can't tell you how hard it's been trying to talk her into trying a bra on at all.  I don't want her waiting too long like I did.  I just can't stand wearing a bra after my girls grew up without one.  My nips are just too sensitive."

"Well, if you truly want her to like wearing one, lets try something that's a little more comfortable, if a little less..."

"Slutty?" I offered.

"Not my first choice of words, but...  appropriate."

I followed her over to a more boring selection, but then suddenly recognized the brand as the same as Suzi bought, and with a little stretch was able to recall her size.

I sighed as if I was undecided, and then when the saleslady looked at me over her glasses again, I explained, "I completely agree with what you're saying, but if you were a fourteen year old boy, would you get excited seeing a girl wearing these?"

Her lips tightened like she was about to taste something bitter, but then surprised me by saying, "As I recall, fourteen year old boys get excited about everything."

"You know?" I said while nodding my head," I think you're right.  But I better find out for sure.  I'll be right back."

I walked straight across the aisle to where my two fourteen year old pairs of eyes were hovering, held up the plain white bra over my pulsing nipples and asked, "Could you tell me if this bra turns you on?"

My jaw dropped in surprise when they turned white, then walked hurriedly away back the way we had come.

"Shit," I exclaimed with disappointment before sighing and walking back to the sales woman who was again looking over her glasses at me.

"I didn't mean to scare them off," I explained unhappily.

"Well, I'm glad you did," the woman said honestly.  "The moment I saw them following you, I felt like I was back in sixth grade again."

Sensing she thought I would understand the significance of this, I looked her in the eyes and it suddenly dawned on me.

"Early bloomer?" I asked with compassion.

"Very.  I hated the leering attention boys gave me until the other girls finally caught up with me, but then I was just average.

"But, enough about me.  I think your little sister will find these to be quite comfortable, and if she thinks they aren't...  sexy enough for her, you just bring her up here and let her watch all the boys who go out of their way just to walk by this part of the store, okay?"

I grinned at her, and was delighted to see her return it with her own grin.

"I'll do that, Loraine," I said, reading her name off her name tag.  "You know, that is such a pretty name.  Loraine.  You don't hear many girls being named Loraine any more.  I wonder why?"

"Actually, there are probably more of us than you think," she said with a genuine grin of her own as she rung my seven bra's up.  "My friends call me Lori."

"Well, it's been a pleasure, Lori," I said with a smile.

"If you ever decide to give them a try yourself," Lori offered as I walked away.

"I'll be sure to ask for you by name," I said, giving her one last empathic smile before walking out of eyeshot.

"Shit, Tim," I muttered under my breath.  "You go shopping for some slutty clothes, and what do you do?  You by seven bra's you'll never use.

"And now I'm hungry," I said with a frown after my stomach growled.  But then I grinned and said, "Oh well.  Time to get this mall slut a couple of hotdogs."

The Great American Hot Dog Experience was surprisingly not that crowded yet, and I was pleasantly surprised to find not only a good looking guy behind the counter, but my two favorite fourteen year old studs in the corner booth watching a group of chattering girls their age.

Finding the two boys weren't the least bit interested in me, I simply shrugged and took a seat at the counter in front of the hot hotdog serving hotdogs.

"Hi ya, Roger," I chirped once he turned towards me and instantly noticed my pulsing nipples.  "Could you tell me how long your wieners are?"

He opened his mouth to answer, but then had to mentally playback what I had asked him when the double meaning occurred to him.

"Uh, foot long.  Or uh...  Regular," his seventeen year old voice managed to say while his eyes stayed glued to my tits.

I paused my nipples as I slowly licked my lips, then once his eyes were on my face, I asked him, "Could I have a large root beer and the thickest, longest, and juiciest wiener you got?"

His expression was that of complete lust as his mouth hung open for over a minute trying to form a reply. 

Finally, he took a deep breath, gasped, "Yeah, coming right up," and turned towards the rack of assorted wieners cooking behind him.

I watched his cute butt as he struggled to calm himself down as he filled my soda, then after he set my glass down before me with his eyes never looking up from my breasts, he fumbled with the tongs while looking for the biggest and best one of the bunch.  After changing his mind a couple of times, he seemed satisfied by his third choice and put it on the bun he had nearly dropped twice.

"Uh, what..  What would you like on it?" he asked somewhat anxiously after he ever so gently placed the plate with my juicy dog in front of me.

"Mmm," I said as I picked the foot long floppy wiener out of the bun and let one end bend towards my mouth. "Let's see how good it is all hot and sweaty like this first."

The damn thing was still hot, but I managed to keep it from disrupting my little show of sucking it in, inch by inch, licking and slurping, making an mmm sound whenever it seemed appropriate.

By the time I had finished consuming it, all three guys behind the counter, my two fans from the department store, and a couple of older teenage boys a couple of seats down were sweating and struggling to keep their britches flat.

Hell, my performance had even turned me on.

After downing my root beer like a saloon drunk on his first glass, I let out a belch the noisy girls even heard, then captured Roger's eyes with my own and said, "Mmm.  That was almost as good as the real thing.  I'd sure like another, but now I need to go the lady's room.  How about you?"

He understood my meaning without a doubt crossing his horny mind, and simply nodded his head as I stood up and turned towards the bathrooms in the back.

I was startled when Roger suddenly exclaimed "Hey Tim."

"Yeah?" one of his coworkers replied.

"Bathroom break."

"Yeah, okay."

"Lucky fucker," I heard one of the older teenagers sitting at the bar mutter.

"Hi yah, boys.  Enjoying the show?" I asked brightly when I passed the back booth, the two fourteen year olds desperately trying to avoid making eye contact with me.

"Uh...  Uh..." The darker haired boy stuttered.

"That's good.  See yah around," I said warmly with my empathic smile set to sixty percent.

I walked into the ladies room, had enough time to check myself in the mirror before Roger nervously poked his head in.  I smiled at him to help restore his waning confidence, and then once he had slipped himself through the door, I walked up to him and reached past him to flip the lock on the door.

"Hhh hi," he said as I slowly backed up, his entire body shaking from the combination of nerves and excitement.

I looked him in the eyes and closed in on him again, this time pressing my lips against his and gently probing his luscious mouth with my cool wet tongue.

He limply leaned up against the locked door as I explored his mouth, finding myself getting hotter by the moment from his innocent and submissive reactions.  But as mall slut, I reminded myself, I had a job to do, and that job didn't include taking this boy's virginity no matter how tempting it was.

So I let my hands wander down to his Dockers and with skilled fingers unhooked and unzipped them in a fluid fashion.

I pulled my mouth away while my tongue was still inside his, then as I fished his nearly six inches of meat from his briefs, I got down on my knees and said his name.

"Huh?" Roger replied, opening his eyes and looked down just in time to witness his cock being sucked into my hot wet mouth.

He was putty in my hands, that Roger was.  I brought him up to the brink five times in the ten minutes I spent sucking, licking, and deep throating that cock that had obviously never been touched by anything but its master's hand since before the age of two.  His gasps and his ever so soft moans sent tingles to my crotch, but after ten minutes of being on my knees in that bathroom, I decided his time was up.

I put both of my hands on his ass, had him stand up straight, and then began directing him with my hands to fuck my mouth, taking him in my throat at every stroke.

I was annoyed to say the least when he suddenly thrust his cock in deep as he began blowing his load, but then he pulled back for a few shots before thrusting in deep again, giving me the taste I had wanted while at the same time making me realize I usually did the exact same thing when I came.

By the time he had finished cumming and I was satisfied I had gotten the very last drop of his seed, Roger was laying with only his head propped up against the door while the rest of him was spread out all over the floor in a haphazard but sexy way.

"Now that was a good wiener," I said, wiping the corners of my mouth after I stood up.  "You should serve that to all your customers."

He giggled, and then slid out of the way as I unlocked the door.

"Get up, silly," I said patiently when he didn't move to follow me out.  "You can't stay in the ladies room, especially like that."

After Roger bashfully stood up and pulled up his pants, I gave him a simple kiss on the lips, and then waited a few moments after he left to give him the chance to collect his wits.

When I walked out, I was disappointed to find everyone's attention diverted away from me by one of the noisy girls loudly saying, "No way!" in a snobby insulting tone.

The two older teens who had been sitting a couple of chairs down from me laughed cruelly, and it wasn't until that moment I noticed my two poor fourteen year old fans had apparently finally worked up the courage to talk to one of the girls, only to be crushed like a precious flower under a ten ton block of steal reinforced cement.

"How much, Roger?" I quickly asked.

"Uh, no charge," he said softly, looking at my face without even glancing at my breasts.

"Thanks, Rog, but I'm not that kind of girl," I said gently, giving him a ten and leaving him with the change.

My two bashful buddies were just starting to get over their embarrassment standing next to the rail overlooking the lower level just outside the entrance to the hotdog place.  As the darker haired kid offered the other one a stick of gum, I got an idea and stepped up behind them.

"Excuse me.  Could I have a piece of that?"

The two surprised teens both stared up at me a moment, then the darker haired kid held out the pack of gum.  As I took a piece, I rewarded him with an empathic smile which took the edge off his shaken nerves.

"Thanks," I said with relief.  "That Roger guy kind of left me with this funky aftertaste.  I think he eats too much garlic."

I was starting to have second thoughts from the way neither of them reacted to my comment, but then the blond haired boy's eyes suddenly widened before they looked down to hide the smirk growing on his face.

"Sorry if my little joke with the bra scared you," I said honestly.  "I knew you were following me, and I thought a couple of horny dogs like you two would have gotten a kick out the idea of me wearing such a small bra."

"I, uh... Think we better go," the darker haired boy stammered.

"Oh, come on, Ron," the other boy complained.

"Yeah, come on, Ron," I echoed.  "I'm really just here to have some fun while shopping for a new wardrobe, and thought maybe you two would like to make some cash by helping me carry my bags."

"You don't have any bags," Ron pointed out hesitantly.

"She just got here," the other boy said with exasperation.

"Look, I'm sorry, but we don't know who you are.  And even if we did, if my brother saw us hanging around you, he'll use it against me until I was thirty."

The other boy sighed and said, "He's right."

"Your brother's here with you?" I asked.

"You sat next to him in the hot dog place," the blonde boy said.

After glancing over my shoulder and finding Ron's brother and his friend still in their seats in the hotdog joint, I smiled wickedly as a plan formed in my head.

"Ron," I called, capturing his eyes when he glanced at me.  "I don't mean you any harm, and if I took care of your brother so that he couldn't hold it against you, would you be interested in spending a couple of hours with me?"

My empathic senses flooded me with Ron's struggle between his shyness and ever growing attraction to the opposite sex, his fear of his brother's reprimand, and his curiosity and excitement fighting his caution about not trusting strangers.  So I smiled and said, "You can call me Kimmy."

"Jake," the blonde boy chirped.

"Nice to meet you, Jake," I acknowledged him with a warm smile.

"Alright," Ron sighed.  "It's our last day, so we might as well make the best of it."

"Last day?"  I asked.

"I'm moving to Cincinnati tomorrow," Ron said without emotion.

"Ron," a familiar voice called from behind me.  "What are you doing?"

"Talking," Ron said defensively.

Ron's brother's lips froze in the middle of forming his response when I turned around and showered him with my empathic glare.

"Excuse us, guys," I said with an authoritative voice.  "I need to have a man to man talk with Spike here."

I ignored the confusion my slight slipup made as I directed the older boy towards a corner by the mall's exit, keeping my empathic glare on him to prevent any resistance from forming until we could speak privately.

"What's your name, boy?" I asked him once I had him backed up against the wall.

"Scott Gray," he responded hesitantly.  "Look, I don't have any money, and neither does Ron."

"I'm not a prostitute," I laughed.  "And I certainly am not interested in your money.  I came here to shop and have a little fun, but the one thing I can't stand is a bully.  Are you a bully, Scott?"

"No," he said with surprised honesty.

"Ron sure thinks you are," I continued despite not quite getting the response I had expected.  "And you weren't very supportive when that girl shot him down earlier."

Scott's face showed a moment of confusion before he frowned and exclaimed, "Supportive?!?  The idiot was asking them if they were going to go to the lingerie section after they eat!"

Seeing the shock on my face, Scott gathered his wits and said, "For your information, I offered to bring them here so they could hang out together one last time before we move out of town tomorrow.  If Ron thinks I'm a bully, that's only because I'm always stopping him from getting into shit he shouldn't be into, and that definitely includes you.  So go find someone else to tease or whatever you do and leave us alone."

I instinctively tried to use my telepathy to buy myself some time to think, and when that didn't work, I couldn't decide what to do as I watched Scott led the four of them away into the lunchtime crowd.

I lost sight of them before I had sorted through my feelings and had listened to my instincts, and as I slipped my way through the crowd after them, I was feeling particularly helpless without my telepathic abilities.

After ten minutes of searching, I sat down on a bench to rest and think, and couldn't help but get a thrill out of how most of the male eye's walking by lingered on my pulsing nipples as they did their thing.

Within five minutes, I was discussing wardrobe options with three high school graduates who were getting more and more excited about their upcoming first year of college the longer we talked.  The conversation naturally progressed to where all three 18 year olds jumped at the opportunity to go shopping with me.

The three "men" made an interesting trio.  Craig, a dirty blonde with a small ponytail, wore a sleeveless t-shirt, blue jean shorts, and sandals.  His eyes did the most traveling over my body, spending as much time on my legs as they did on my tits and face combined.  He was definitely a leg man.

J-man, on the other hand, was a black haired Hispanic American that only had eyes for T&A.  Smooth talking with a flare for humor both innocent and not, he was easily the most experienced of the three when it came to flirting with the opposite sex.  He wore black shorts and a black basketball jersey numbered 88 with the name Garcia across the top of the back.

And then there was Zeb.  A typical curly haired redhead with faded freckles anywhere his decent tan didn't cover, we wore a pair cutoff jeans and a red tank top with a black "?" on the front, and a black "!" on the back.  While he was intrigued by my nipples' calisthenics, he didn't really seem that interested in my breasts, and his eyes paid no attention to my legs or anything in-between.  Yet it was obvious he was very excited to go with us to pick out an entire summer wardrobe for me.

At the first store we went into, Craig picked out this top that both he and J-man swore up and down wouldn't be too small when it obviously was.  I couldn't get an answer from Zeb one way or the other.  While this irritated me, I was more interested in seeing what affect it would have on Zeb.

So I said, "Even though I know it's too small, I'll try it on anyway.  But since you two can only think with your dicks, only Zeb gets to see."

And with that, I took the top in one hand, Zeb's right wrist in the other, and headed for the dressing rooms.

As we entered the women's dressing rooms, a woman who was also entering gave us a funny look.

"He's with me," I simply said as I swung Zeb around me and into the nearest open stall.

"Don't you want me to wait outside?" Zeb asked in a hushed voice.

"Do you want too?" I asked him honestly.

He shrugged, then with a blush that started at his ears and flowed down to his cheeks, he shook his head no.

I put my finger to my lips to signal for him to keep quiet, then twirled the finger in a circle to indicate he should turn around.

Slightly disappointed, he turned his back to me.  I carefully watched him as I pulled the t-shirt over my head and attempted to put the simple tie in the front type of top on.

After three attempts, I concluded the top was too small to get it tied together without help.  So I sighed, tapped Zeb on the shoulder, held the thing closed as he turned around, then whispered, "I can't tie it.  Could you try?"

He hesitated a moment, then after he nodded, I pulled the two ends away from my chest to hand them to him.  He hesitated again from the sight of the two massive bare hooters immediately in front of him.

After we had an exchange of smirks, Zeb very professionally made his best attempt at tying the two ends of the cloth into a simple knot.  He succeeded for the most part, but it was barely covering a fourth of the flesh, and not to mention was uncomfortable as hell.

"Too small?" I asked for the record.

"Definitely."

"Good.  Now untie it for me."

It took longer to undo the tight knot than all of the attempts to put it there combined, and I swear I was feeling light headed from the lack of circulation.  Once he finally worked the knot out and released my captive breasts, I rewarded him and myself by having him massage the blood back into the poor things with his warm and steady hands.

His interest started to wan after a little over a minute of this, so I said thank you, then took the t-shirt when he offered it to me and pulled it back on.

"You're not into breasts, are you Zeb?" I asked him once we exited the dressing room.

"No, not really," he said honestly.  When I didn't say anything immediately, he added. "They're for feeding babies."

A bright backless top caught my eye and stopped at its table to examine it.  Zeb was at that point distracted by trying to answer the questioning from the other two boys and and their suggestive expressions as they slinked over to us. 

Once they were close enough to hear me speak without the chance of anyone else hearing it too, I said, "Zeb, do me a favor while I try this top on.  Tell them exactly what happened in there, and make sure you don't leave anything out.  Then when I come back out, I either want to find three professional and honest men who will behave just like you did in there, or no one at all."

When I did come out, I was very pleased when Craig and J-man apologized for being "dick heads", and flashed the trio a smile loaded with empathic forgiveness.

We had a lot of fun shopping for the hottest and naughtiest outfits we could find.  I admit I had caught the shopping bug that day, and I was such a mall slut.  I ended up taking one of them into the dressing room each time I changed into a new outfit, letting them watch as I put it on.  Nobody got to touch me in the dressing room, though.

Zeb's fetish came evident when I started looking at shoes.  If we hadn't been in such a public place or if I had been able to use my voice, I would have given in and let him slobber all over my toes like he wanted to.  But instead he got to fondle my feet as much as he wanted, and then I caught him sniffing his hands before slipping a finger into his mouth for a taste.  Not exactly a turn on for me, but he seemed to enjoy it.

Around three thirty, I was getting a headache and feeling pretty tired, so after the boys helped me load my packages into my car, I gave each of them a blowjob as my mall slut duty dictated before heading home.

"Thank God you're back," Leanne exclaimed, meeting me outside the apartment building.

"Why?" I asked, stifling a yawn.  "Something wrong?"

"I'll say there is," Leanne said.  "Suzi was feeling really tired after lunch, so she lay down to take a nap.  Now both she and Joey are asleep and I can't wake them up.  I wanted to call 911..."

"Oh fuck," I said, feeling a little dizzy.  "Help me get inside.  I'll try to wake Joey so he can break the share link."

Waking Joey up was a lot harder than I had thought.  When the ice cubes in his underpants didn't work, I tried clasping his mouth and nose shut, but released them after three minutes without him even stirring.

After a couple of attempts of shouting at him, I was having trouble staying awake myself.  In desperation, I tried pulsing the share link, and suddenly felt the knife stab the middle of my brain moments before both the share and swap links broke.

I was clutching my head with my own two hands sitting on the floor when Suzi exploded through the door, awaking Joey in the process.

"What happened?" Suzi asked.  "Timmy, are you okay?"

"Need drink," I gasped.

My head wasn't hurting that much, but the dizziness was overwhelming me, and between that and the lack of energy, I could barely keep myself upright sitting on the floor as I was. 

Joey reformed the share links, then picked me up and carried me to my bed.  Once I was flat on my back, I relaxed and just let the world spin beneath me freely.

"Here," Suzi said gently seemingly moments later while pressing a small glass of drink to my lips.

After swallowing the two swallows of drink, I said, "I'll need more if I'm going to reform the swap links."

"Not tonight, you're not," Suzi said parentally.  "You're going to sleep in your own head tonight."

"Oh, okay," I said, relieved and disappointed at the same time.

"How is he?" I heard Leanne ask outside my room a few minutes later.

"I'll be okay," I said loud enough for her to hear.

I was a little surprised to see Jason when he accompanied Leanne into my room, but gave them both an empathic smile before saying, "I think we just over did it, that's all."

"We've been talking about that," Leanne said as both Suzi and Joey came in as well.

"I just spent six hundred dollars on a new wardrobe," I said with alarm.  "You guys have to let me try at least a couple out before calling it quits!"

"That's fine," Joey said reassuringly.  "But Jason brought up the fact that each time you had to break the links, it was either during or right after you and Leanne's bodies were physically apart by a fair distance for an extended amount of time."

"Oh."

"In honesty, I think I've gotten what I needed out of this," Leanne said.  "Don't get me wrong.  I love being a guy.  But ever since I watched you with Joey, all I've been thinking about is trying out some new things I've learned from being a guy on a guy."

"Is that why Jason's here?" I asked.

"No.  I called him when I couldn't wake Joey or Suzi up," Leanne said as she considered the idea.

"I guess it wouldn't kill me if we didn't swap anymore," I said while struggling not to look at Joey.

"I'm not ready to say that," Leanne said, looking a Suzi.

"Good," I said, looking at Suzi, then finally Joey.

"We only have two more days of classes before finals," Suzi said.  "I don't know about you, but I'd like to go home on Saturday once all of the Group stuff is finished.  So let's just plan on wrapping things up by then."

"Sounds good to me," I said with a yawn.

"Come on," Joey said to the others.  "Let's give him some time to rest before dinner."

Suz gave me a kiss on the cheek before leaving with Jason and Leanne, but Joey remained, closing the door after them.

"You tired too?" I asked.

"A little," Joey said, climbing on top of me.

We exchanged a long and loving kiss before Joey rolled off and lay beside me with a happy sigh.

"I can still see the symbols," he announced gently.

"You can?" I said happily.  "My sight came back the moment the share link broke."

"It still might fade away on me like how my voice does after the share link breaks.  But even if does, I meant what I said.  It was the best gift anyone ever gave me.  Thank you, Timmy."

"I love you," I said, turn to give him another kiss.

"I know," Joey said before moving to accept the kiss, but then cut it short to say, "You need to rest, and I need to check in with Sarah."

"Okay," I said with a sigh.

Joey left without another word, so I just rolled onto my side and closed my eyes to sleep.

A couple of hours later, Suzi woke me and ordered me to sit up for dinner.  I did as instructed when I saw the tray of food.

"Where did the others go?" I asked when I didn't sense them in either apartment.

"We've all already eaten," Suzi began.  "Leanne wanted to try a game of Suz ball with Jason and Joey.  I didn't think you'd mind.  They went over to Jason's apartment so it wouldn't disturb your sleep."

"Oh," I said with a mouth full of roast beef.  "Hey, this is really good."

"Thank you," Suzi said with a soft look in her eyes.

Once I finished eating, Suzi took the dishes and the tray away, then came back just as I was climbing back into bed from taking a leak.

"Want to snuggle?" I offered, seeing that soft look in her eyes again.

She grinned, nodded, and climbed on the bed, but then hesitated when I pulled the covers down for her to get in.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"I really need to take a shower," she said climbing off.  "We didn't take one last night or this morning, and after cooking, I'm really feeling kind of icky."

Sensing I was a little icky myself, I stripped in the bedroom then followed her into the bathroom.

"I didn't mean to make it sound like you needed to shower too," Suzi objected when I parted the shower curtain to enter.

"I know," I said as I stepped up to her and took her hands.  "I'm not really that tired any more though, and thought maybe you'd like to cross that line with me tonight."

"Oh Timmy," Suzi sighed.  "I'd love to, but I'm tired myself.  Can we just shower and snuggle?  Maybe in the morning we can cross that line of yours."

"That's fine," I said.  "I'm not really that horny."

"Uh huh," Suzi said, grasping my hard on and giving it a gentle squeeze.  "You're just happy to see me."

She gave my cock a couple of slow strokes, then let it go as she looked up at my face.  We exchanged smiles, then hugged for a minute before exchanging a quick kiss on the lips and letting each other go.

We playfully washed each other, then exchanged a longer kiss before getting out, drying ourselves off, and climbing back into bed nude.

"I've missed seeing that look in your eyes," Suzi said after a very long exchange of saliva and oral love.

"Which look is that?" I asked, stroking her hair and back like Joey always did.

"The one you painted on us and yourself in that painting of the three of us," she said before kissing my chin.

"Oh," I said.

Suzi laid her head back on my chest and within minutes I nodded off.

We were both awakened later when Joey came back and started the shower up, and then again when he slipped into bed with us.

Suzi gave me a kiss on the lips before wiggling over to lie on top of Joey, ignoring Joey's complaints that he hadn't meant to intrude.

"He's not used to me sleeping on top of him," Suzi explained as she got comfortable on him.  "Besides, I haven't slept well for nearly two weeks.  I need my king sized cushion."

"I love you," Joey said.

"I love you too.  Now shhh."

--

The next day, I went with Suzi to our classes in my own body.  Leanne didn't really want to have to sit through them, and apparently she and Jason had been up pretty late since she didn't even get up until eleven or so.

However, Leanne was back in Suzi's apartment when we got back from our last class, so I reformed the links and then went downstairs to watch some TV while Leanne and Suzi made her bed squeak.

I was studying by the time Joey got back around eight.  Not that Joey saw me studying.  The moment I sensed him approaching the building, I leapt from the table into my bedroom to change my clothes.

"Holy shit," Joey exclaimed when he entered and saw me standing in my bedroom's doorway in a seductive pose.  I was wearing one of my hottest outfits.  A pink leather top that only covered my shoulders and chest, leaving my arms and tummy exposed, plus a matching pair of tight shorts and pink heals.  I thought the shorts made my butt look fat, but my panel of experts at the mall said it was just really sexy, even Zeb.  Of course Zeb only really cared about the shoes, so who knows.

"Hi ya, sexy," I purred.  "Long day?"

"I, uh," Joey stuttered as I turned my back towards him and bent over to pick up a piece of lint of the carpet, giving him a good look at my ass.

"I did my homework at the library before coming back," he said after I stood up and caught him staring.

"I know," I purred as I walked sexily up to him.  "Hungry?  For food I mean."

"A little," Joey said as he took me into his arms.

I closed my eyes during our kiss and was instantly distracted by my symbolic sight showing me Suzi lying beside me.

"What's wrong?" Joey asked when we parted lips.

"It doesn't feel as real as it did before," I said while hugging him.

"Have you tried shunting the sight back through the share link?"

"At least a dozen times," I said unhappily.  "Don't worry about it though.  As long as I don't close my eyes, this is good enough."

We talked about the symbolic sight while he ate, then sat down on the couch to watch some TV together.  Joey was trying to talk me into watching another Star Trek the Next Generation episode with him next weekend by telling me about the last season's cliffhanger where Captain Picard had been turned into a Borg.  I got a little bored with that, so I started kissing his neck and then nibbled his left ear lobe.

"So how was Leanne last night?" I asked him once he stopped talking Trek.

"Very good.  Different in style, though," Joey began as he sent his hand round my back and gently pulled me on top of him as he lay down.  "She's nearly as good as you are at manipulating that cunt of hers."

"Really?" I said.

"Yep," Joey said as he ran his hands up and down my back.  "I think Jason's addicted to it.  Or at least he'd like to be if Leanne would let him."

"Heh.  What about you though?"

"I'll probably miss it at first, but Suzi's is the only cunt I'm truly addicted to," Joey said honestly.

"Hmmm.  Hey.  How does Leanne and I compare to what my mom's does?"

"Your mom doesn't do anything really extraordinary," Joey said.

"Really?  Huh.  I wonder if that's on purpose.  I've always been under the impression she saves the best stuff for my dad."

"She probably does," Joey agreed.

We watched TV like that until the show ended at nine and Joey had to use the bathroom.  When he came back, we snuggled up on the floor where we watched another hour of TV.

Joey started kissing my neck during a commercial while we were watching the news, then stopped when the news came back on, but then started squeezing my ass.  At the next commercial break, I passively allowed him to fondle and kiss my breasts, tummy and crotch, enjoying the growing tingles in my cunt.

When the news came on again, Joey moved so he was behind me with his hardon pressing against my tight leather covered ass. 

For the rest of the news program, he slowly dry humped my ass, then the moment the news was over, he stood up and asked, "Shower?"

Remaining completely passive, I allowed him to undress me and wash me, then I lovingly washed him.  Once we finished washing, Joey took me in his arms and kissed me with an intensity that made my legs wobble and my crotch tingle like mad.

Joey and I spent at least twenty minutes kissing and fondling each other in the shower before Joey turned the water off and dried us both off.  I loved every minute of his pampering and letting him do everything for me.  And despite all the heavy petting and fondling we did in the shower, once we got in bed, we cuddled and fell asleep without actually having sex.

I was awakened early the next morning by Suzi getting back into bed after using the bathroom.

"Does your head hurt?" Suzi asked when she sensed I was myself.

"No," I said after testing my telepathy without feeling any discomfort.  "I don't know why the links broke."

Suzi snuggled up to my side and stroked my chest a moment before saying, "Jason's in love with Leanne."

"Not surprising," I said as I put my arm behind her to rub her lower back.  "Did Leanne tell you that?"

"No, Jason did.  He came by last night to talk.  Timmy, I like the idea of Leanne and Jason getting together.  I know it's selfish, but...  If Jason used his smile on Leanne, do you think it could work without too many negative side affects?"

"You want my honest opinion?"

"Yes."

"I think it would be okay for Jason to use his smile just enough to get her to warm up to him, but then he'd have to stop there and let nature take its course.  The worse thing he could do is to get her addicted to his smile.  But I think he knows that."

"He does," Suzi admitted.

I sensed she was still a little troubled over something, so gave her a little squeeze and asked, "What else is bugging you?"

She sighed, then crawled on top of me and got comfortable before saying, "Leanne's bored with me.  I'm afraid Joey will be too after this is all over."

"Joey could never be bored of you," I said reassuringly.  "In fact we talked about it last night.  He said he might miss the sensations Leanne's cunt can produce at first, but yours is the only one he's addicted to."

"Addicted to?" Suzi snickered.

"That's what he said."

"That's nice, I guess," she sighed.  "After we came home from England last summer, I couldn't stop thinking about having sex with Joey.  Then after Joey left with your dad to find you and Eric, I realized Gladius's twins had conditioned us to seek each other out whenever we were troubled about what we weren't supposed to remember, and part of the conditioning was sexual.  When Joey came back, the sexual excitement wasn't there like before.  I guess I'm just afraid Joey won't find me sexually exciting anymore after being with you in Leanne's sex machine of a body."

"Do you still find Joey sexually exciting?"

She took a moment before answering, "Yes, but not as much as I used to."

After thinking a minute, I said, "Joey wants you to enjoy yourself with the life voice can give you.  I can't imagine you finding anyone else so attractive that you'd leave Joey, so besides that, what is there to worry about?"

"I don't know," Suzi sighed.  "I guess I'm also starting to experience what your mom was telling Sarah last summer about sex with her men getting old.  But you're right.  I'd never leave Joey for someone else.  Except possibly you, Timmy, but I'm not worried about that happening, so don't lecture me about it."

I shut my mouth with my teeth making a "cluck" for I had in fact opened it to lecture her as she had said.

After a few minutes of silence passed, I caught myself about to drift back to sleep. 

Since Suzi was still very much awake, I asked, "So are you tired of Leanne?"

"A little, I guess," Suzi admitted.

"Then I guess I don't need to bother swapping until tonight."

"Don't you want to snuggle with Joey?"

"We snuggled all evening," I said with a yawn.  "We'd probably only end up having sex if I did swap.  I can wait until tonight for that."

"Is it any harder to swap two other people than yourself with another?"

"Not really.  Why?"

"Because I thought it might make things a little more interesting for you and Joey if Leanne swapped with Joey tonight instead of you."

"I honestly don't want to try it, Suz.  I like being the woman."

"So do I," Suzi said with a grin.

I drifted off, and somehow Suzi crawled off without waking me up, for when I awoke again she was asleep on top of Joey.

"Morning," Joey said softly when I stretched.

"Morning," I echoed, then carefully got out of bed to potty.

Instead of returning to Suzi's bed, I decided just to go downstairs and get dressed.  Jason was at my door knocking when I started down the stairs, so I told him to go on in, and followed him when he did.

"Good morning," Leanne greeted us in one of the outfits I had bought.  "Tim, I have to say I love the clothes you bought."

"Me too," Jason said under his breath as he adjusted his hard on in his shorts.

"I'm glad," I said.  "Sorry about the links breaking.  I don't know why they did.  My head feels fine."

"That's okay," Leanne said sweetly.  "I wanted to spend the day with Jason anyway."

"All day?" I asked cautiously.

"Just until seven or so, if that's okay."

"Yeah, that's fine by me."

"Cool," Jason said, bathing us both with his empathic smile a moment.

After they left, I took a shower then went upstairs.  I had intended to make breakfast for the three of us, but Joey was already doing that when I got there.

I was just finishing setting the table when Joey wrapped his arms around me from behind and started to give me a kiss on the neck, but he stopped when I stiffened.

"No!" I cried when Joey let me go and started to turn away, hurt.  "Joey, you startled me and your beard hurt my neck and...  Shit, I'm sorry."

"It didn't hurt while you were in Leanne's body," Joey said somberly.  "I told you you wouldn't feel the same way when you're back in your own body."

"That's not true," I said while finding myself struggling to make it so.  "I mean, it does feel different when I'm in her body, but how I feel about you doesn't change."

I gave him the hug he tried to give me, including the kiss on the neck, then let him turn around before I surprised him by giving him a passionate kiss that left us both breathless.

"I need to finish breakfast," Joey said once he had regained his breath.  "Thanks, though."

"My pleasure," I said, grinning.

"I suppose this means you two boys will start humping each other again," Suzi teased from across the room with a cat like smile.

"No it doesn't," I objected.

After feeling both of their hopes fall, I realized what those hopes had been and so I added, "I'm not saying we won't mess around once in a while, but I'm not ready for us to be a threesome again.  Right now, loving both of you separately feels safe to me...  Look, whatever happens, happens, and I won't regret it later.  Can't we just leave it like that for now?"

Seeing they were agreeable with that, we dropped the subject.

When Jason dropped Leanne off after eight o'clock that evening, I immediately knew Leanne's feelings for Jason had deepened from the happy glow around her, and stated the fact.

"Is it that obvious?" Leanne sighed.

"Yes," Suzi confirmed with sparkling eyes.

"You're not upset?" Leanne asked Suzi.

"No.  Just the opposite," Suzi said.

"She thinks it would be cool if you were her sister-in-law," I stated.

"That's not the only reason," Suzi defended.

"I have to admit," Leanne said, smiling.  "It would be pretty neat." "Well, I guess that means we're through swapping," I said.

"No, not just yet," Leanne said, stepping up to me.  "There is still one thing that I feel I must do.  I need to experience what it feels like as a man while having sex with my body.  I didn't want to ask until Suzi and I were done..."

"Suz, you okay with it?" I asked.

Suzi looked at Joey before saying, "I'm not the one you need to ask."

"Joey?"

"I think we pretty much covered this at breakfast," Joey said honestly.  "Suz and I can just stay up here tonight.  We need spend some time together anyway before you both go home."

"What about Jason?" I asked Leanne.

"He'll be okay," Leanne assured me.  "He knows I need to do this."

I looked at Joey, and for a moment I was seriously thinking about demanding one last night just so I could be with him one last time.  But I could see in his eyes that if I did, it wouldn't be real for him.  The only way I could truly be with him again would be in my own body, and that wasn't something I was ready to do yet.

So Leanne and I went downstairs, then rekindled some of the passion we had shared three and a half years prior.  It wasn't very real to me though.  Nothing was as real as that day and a half with Joey without the sight.

The next morning, Leanne packed her things and moved in with Jason for the rest of the week.  I tried to let my life go back to the way it had been, yet I felt less enthused about everything, and both Suzi and Joey noticed it.

So after our last final on Thursday, Suzi and I went back to her apartment with the understanding we were to spend the rest of the day crossing that line of mine together.  I honestly felt a little uncomfortable about it, as it seemed to me like we were forcing it.  But once Suzi had us kissing in the shower, I let go of my inhibitions and decide to just let it happen like I had said.

"You know, I would think you would be tired of having sex with my body," I said as Suz teased my nipples with her tongue and teeth.

"It's not the body as much who's driving it," Suzi said, looking up at me.

I smiled and kissed her, then pushed her against the shower wall and slipped my cock inside her.

I fucked her slow and steady for nearly ten minutes while we watched each other's faces.  I stopped without either of us orgasming, mainly because it wasn't the right time of the month for anyone to safely cum inside her front door.

We got out of the shower after that and made slow and steady love for nearly a half an hour before taking a break and watching some TV.

Everyone in the Group was fairly busy the next two days with the end of semester programming of the Eta's and the financial aid slaves.  For those who would not be returning the next semester, we had to remove the rats from their minds, while the rest of the students simply had their mental rats disabled to prevent it from being detected.

The time consuming part was testing their memories for anything their rats may have been unable to cover for.  The new and improved rats the Group had developed after Joey and I had infiltrated the Group several years ago prevented the subject from remembering anything the Group wanted to keep hidden by putting the person's conscious mind into a dream state.  Essentially, the person would make up whatever memories they needed to fill in the blanks on the fly and their personalities would adjust naturally to their situation.

The financial aid sluts were usually the worst to work with.  Their personalities were okay, but their memories always seemed faked.  I hate planting memories.  It's tedious work, and maintaining continuity is always harder than what you would expect.

But given the chance, I would have rather have stayed and spent the next three weeks planting memories than face going home that Sunday morning.

Suzi, Leanne, Jason and I drove home together in two cars, Jason's and mine.  Suzi rode with me and kept me somewhat distracted with her constant chit-chat with Leanne in the other car.

But about halfway into the trip, I was reaching out to Leanne's mind again to pass Suzi's question on to her when I accidentally reformed the swap links without thinking.

I broke the links before Leanne even had time to react to her hand movements causing my car to swerve onto the shoulder.  Once I had the car back on the road and crossly explained to Suzi what happened, Suzi ordered me to pull over to let her drive.

I complied, then after twenty minutes of driving in silence, I found Leanne's and Jason's own conversations had dried up and formed the swap links again.

"Women," I sighed to Jason after listening to ten minutes of Suzi's and Leanne's chit chat.

"I told you this would happen," Jason said without any trace of surprise.

"I know, but you know how stubborn Suzi and Leanne can be.  There wasn't any point of trying to convince them to ride with each other."

"Suzi said you didn't really want to go home," Jason prompted after a few minutes.  "Something about your mom."

When I didn't reply, Jason asked, "Have you and your mom ever...  messed around?"

"No," I said as coldly as I could make Leanne's voice sound.

"I think I would have if she had been my mom," Jason said honestly.  "I remember seeing her and your dad doing it when I went to see the twins.  You know, Leanne's body looks a lot like hers."

"Did you see Richie?" I asked.

"Yeah.  It was kind of weird seeing him humping a full grown woman like that, but it was the most innocent thing I think I've ever seen."

"How could it be innocent?  He's only two fucking years old!"

"I don't know," Jason said carefully, having finally sensed how disturbed I was over this.  "He worked so hard at trying to pleasure her, and each time she came, he'd smile like he had just been handed a puppy or something.  I don't really remember anything else other than seeing him curled up in front of her sleeping with his thumb in his mouth.  You have a really cute baby brother, Tim.  And that's coming from someone who thinks babies are kind of lame."

I was lost in my own memories of my baby brother when Jason asked, "Do you know if Leanne wants kids?"

"Eventually," I said absentmindedly, then asked, "Do you?"

"Never really thought about it until now, but yeah.  I think I'd like being a dad."

"Even if Leanne isn't the mom?"

"I guess," he said half-heartedly.  "So you don't think I stand much of a chance with her?"

"I honestly don't know," I said.  "How much do you two have in common?  Besides Suzi and uh... sexual appetites."

"We both love pro hockey and going rollerblading.  And one night we talked all night about how to persuade people to do things for you and the science behind it."

"Sounds promising," I said while sensing his mind wander away.

"Oakley fifty four miles," Jason read out loud as we passed the mileage sign.

"About an hour left," I sighed while the feeling of dread in my stomach returned.

"I'm confused," Jason said after a few minutes.  "You're upset with your mom because your little brother is humping his nanny?"

"I'm upset with my mom because she made my little brother's nanny open to the idea and physically enjoy it," I said shakily.

Jason frowned, then asked, "Why did she do that?"

"I don't know!" I exclaimed.  "But you know it's wrong!"

"So you don't know why she did it," Jason stated calmly.

"I already said I didn't know," I said heatedly, confused why he didn't see how horrible it was.

"Did you ask?"

"What?"

"Did you ask her why?"

"No!" I exclaimed.

"Why not?"

"Just because," I groaned.

My emotions began colliding with each other as they struggled to prove they were the strongest in that category, so I put my face in my hands to help get a grip on myself.  It wasn't until heard Suzi say my name that I realized I had broke the link with Leanne.

"Timmy," Suzi repeated.

"Yeah?" I croaked.

"Are you okay?"

"I guess," I said.

After a few minutes of sorting out my feelings, I said, "Suz, could you ride with Leanne and Jason the rest of the way?  I need some time alone before I get home."

"Don't you think it would be better if we talked about it first?"

"Normally yes," I admitted.  "But your brother already made me realize that the only person capable of helping me with this is my mom."

A smile started to form on her lips before she covered it up with a frown and huffed, "Men.  I've been telling you that all summer."

"I know," I admitted guiltily.  "And so has Joey's mom.  You'd think I'd have learned my lesson by now about listening to you."

"You would think so," she said as her smile returned.  "Do you still want to be alone a while?"

"Yeah," I said, looking out the window at the cows buzzing past.  "Besides, I'm sure Jason would like to know the plan worked.  Who's idea it was it anyway?"

"There was no plan, really.  I only suggested to Jason that if the opportunity arose, he might try and get you to talk about it.  The two of you did the rest."

Once Suzi joined the others, I spent the rest of the trip not focused on working out why my mom did what she did, but why I hadn't confronted her, why I hadn't trusted her, and most of all, why I felt so insecure about the whole ordeal.  In the end, I realized it was simply my greatest fear coming back to haunt me.

You remember my greatest fear, don't you?  The nightmare I had when I first started using my abilities was really my visualization of my personal hell.  I believed, and still do believe, that dream to have laid the foundation for my moral fiber, my sense of right and wrong, especially concerning the use of my abilities.

I had long gotten over my fear that I would eventually succumb to the temptations my abilities present to me everyday.  But the concept that my mother was in fact slowly going down the very path she had warned me about...

My mother was not stupid or blind.  She had gone down that path once, and then paid the price for doing so with fourteen years of abstinence and, more importantly, forced guilt.  The more I thought about it, the more I knew her decision to alter Michelle's mind was not due to corruption, but just the opposite.

And I knew she felt guilty for doing it too.  So guilty that she couldn't bring herself to face me and make me understand.  And that was so unlike her.

I took a service entrance into the north mansion's grounds and parked my car next to the empty greenhouses used to grow the flowers planted every spring.  My parents weren't expecting me for another hour or two as I had told my dad that morning I would be going to Suzi's first.  I wanted to talk to my mom in private first thing, but if Richie got wind I was there before that happened, there would be no privacy without having to weather through a temper tantrum.

The symbolic sight was such a useful thing to have when you are trying to locate another telepath from a distance without anyone sensing you.  Suzi has proven there were exceptions to this, but in this case it was very effective.

Unfortunately, my mom was helping Michelle and another woman with the children while they swam in the outdoor pool.  I counted eleven children, two of which were at least eight or nine, and all apparently calling the north mansion their home.

I snuck up as close as I dared and hid in a small grouping of trees and bushes while contemplated contacting my mom and hoping she could get away without Richie noticing.  But when the twins came out, surprisingly in swim suits, I instantly knew including them in the plan would be my best chance for success.

I carefully crawled out of the bushes and kneeled beside one of them for partial cover before sending the twins the empathic greeting I had learned the previous semester.  The twins froze in their tracks and only hesitated a moment before turning in unison towards my position.

It's amazing how much information can be conveyed through emotions.  As long as you only need to transmit the gist of the situation and not any precise details, empathy is a much faster form of communication than telepathy.  We only made eye contact for second, but not only did they understand what I was asking them to do, they managed to express their happiness to see me, their apology for being so cold last time, and managed to give me a woody as a sort of sisterly tease.

The twins then unhurriedly and gracefully dived into the pool and converged on my unsuspecting little brother.  I couldn't help but gasp in concern when they came up and launched the poor boy into the air, and I watched in horror as Richie's scream was cut short by his splash.

But then Richie surfaced and laughed, and as I recovered from my shock, he swam like a little doggy fish up to the twins and exclaimed, "Again!  Again!"

I made my presence known to my mom while Richie was hurtling through the air screaming a second time, then simply thought to her, "Garden path," when she hesitated.

When she reached the garden path and saw me, my mom paused, then said in an uncertain tone, "Hello stranger."

I simply walked up to her and hugged her.

Here again, my mom and I shared more information with each other in that somewhat emotional five-minute hug than we could have if we had talked for over an hour.  Not that we didn't talk for at least an hour out there in the garden.  But mostly we were just catching up on the things we would have normally shared over the phone the past three months.

I never did learn the exact reasons for what she did to Michelle.  It just didn't matter to me any more.  My empathic senses told me all I needed to know.  Michelle wasn't any more a pedophile than I was, and Richie had absolutely no interest in experimenting with the other children as he understood they were simply too young for his "wee-wee" to feel good to them.

By the time my mom and I had finished catching up, everyone else had gone back inside.  My mom and I joined Richie and the other kids in the north study where they were watching cartoons.  There I learned that the twins and my Dad had left on some sort of business trip, but they had left a message with Sherman they would be back by nine and the twins wanted me to spend the night with them. 

By the time the twins were back, Richie was sound asleep from a very busy day of play.  I was fairly tired myself, and my back was a little sore from all of the piggy back rides and rough-housing I had done with the kids, but I forgot all about that once the twins and I were in the shower together for some innocent fun.  But after several hours of sharing with them not only my summer experiences but the pickle affair too, my exhaustion caught up with me, and I fell asleep before I was finished.

At the time, I would have never admitted to myself or anyone else I missed Leanne's incredible cunt.  Or to be more precise, I missed using it.  The control I had had over its muscles had astonished me.  Her fuck hole was an incredible tool that nothing else could compare to.  Sure, I could telepathically mimic the sensations it produced, but it was just so much more satisfying to do it with the real thing.  Plus it made me realize how limited a cock was in the sense that I had no idea of how to use it to produce similar affects on a woman without telepathic help.

So between that and the fact I hadn't dream walked since before Leanne showed up at Suzi's door, what happened next shouldn't have been that big of a surprise.

I believe it started off as a real dream, and I don't really recall the beginning.  I do remember I was playfully strobing different muscle combinations in my cunt just to see what the affect would be on the semi-hard cock lying stationary inside it.  It wasn't until the cock fully hardened and started to move that it became more than a dream.

I was lying on my back with my eyes shut, completely at ease, enjoying the warmth and weight of my lover's body on top of me.  My pussy's stroking of the love rod inside it made him stir on top of me, and I detected a faint bubble gum like odor on his breath when he playfully licked my lips and repositioned his limbs to fuck.

We were so well tuned to each other that we were like two pieces of the same machine.  Every movement one of us made was so familiar to the other, we knew exactly how to move our self to maximize the shared pleasure while expending the least amount of energy to keep the momentum building.

As more muscles were put into motion, the slight sensation of their fatigue coupled with the pungent scent of our sex in the air reminded me we were on our third and final climax of the night.  This of course meant it be the longest and most challenging dance, but ultimately the most rewarding.

With nearly unbearable patience, I carefully alternated my vaginal fingers massaging his slowly pumping cock.  The goal was to keep the momentum building as slowly as possible, yet not so slowly that it stagnated and died.

Normally in a dream walk, I'm simply a passive observer, experiencing the event just how the host experienced it without any sense of my own personal self.  But in this case, a sense of impatience and desire to try some random variations to spice up our current slow waltz grew inside me that started to wedge between me and my host.  Frustration and desire triggered an almost instinct like reaction in me, and without consciously meaning to, I formed the links for a full two-way body swap.

The resulting disruption to the dance's rhythm nearly ruined it, but my dance partner managed to catch us before we completely lost our balance by nailing my g-spot with his cock; my loud moan and vaginal spasm gave him an equal spike of pleasure in return.

Somewhat awake now, I opened my eyes briefly to see where I was, but only got a glancing view of a dark room before I got caught up in the pleasure of wearing that finely tuned cunt again.  I realized I had swapped with Leanne again, and while I felt a little guilty about it, I was enjoying it too much to cancel the swap.

I managed to somewhat get back in sync with my partner just before realizing whom my partner was.  I almost chuckled as I imagined Jason's reaction if he realized who he was fucking.

I felt a flash of frustration from him, and I realized I wasn't paying enough attention to the dance.  So I focused on the task at hand, but found I didn't have the intuition I needed to make our dance as smooth as Leanne had.  After a couple of minutes of giving it my absolute best, I was almost to the point of tears by my failure at what I had thought I was a natural at.

All my emotions were jerked from under me, however, when my partner grunted out, "What's s'matter, Sam?  You said you up for this."

My entire body stiffened, my eyes flew open, and I barely heard his groan of pleasure over my shock of getting fucked by my own father.

"That's more like it," my dad chuckled before he pulled his dick completely out, then re-entered my still somewhat clenched hole.

I couldn't help it.  My groan echoed his as my eyes rolled up in my head with the intensity of pleasure I was receiving from my borrowed cunt.  Purely by instinct, I held my sex passage in its somewhat rigid state until his crotch was fully pressed against mine, then I started using my vaginal muscles to pull him in deeper.

"Going old school, eh?" he gasped, then grinned.

Quite unexpectedly, my dad threw his hips left, then a little harder to the right, causing the rim of his dick to scrape against my g-spot.  I convulsed with the sharp pleasure, then exploded in a gasping laughter when he did it again with similar affects.

"Your turn," he said, looking deep into eyes.

I could see my mothers face reflected in his eyes.  You know how a microphone stuck in front of its speaker produces that uncontrolled feedback loop?  Well, for a moment I forgot I was in my mom's body, and between the love and arousal my dad was projecting and the arousal and perhaps even lust I was projecting through my mom's face, my own emotions got stuck in a similar feedback loop.

I can still see my smile on my mothers lips right before my dad shut his eyes and went rigid in pleasure.  I was swishing my juices around his cock head, something I had tried to do with Joey, but with Leanne's cunt, it produced too much pressure on his cock to be pleasurable.  It seemed that my mom's equipment had a softer touch in comparison to Leanne's, and that difference was not a bad thing.

Once it had had its full effect, I eased up on the pressure, but kept the motion going while he slowly began pumping in and out again.

He lowered his head and said softly into my right ear, "That was a new one," before licking then nibbling that earlobe.

I opened my mouth to reply, but then noticed motion at the door of the master bedroom.  I could just make out a figure hovering outside the dim lighting surrounding the bed when my dad's head came up and blocked my view.  Distracted by what I knew had to be my mother's presence, I didn't recognize his mouth heading for mine until it reached it.

If I hadn't been so surprised, I would have stopped the whole thing right then.  But during my hesitation, he turned everything up.

My senses exploded with the love, companionship, trust, and fulfillment emerging from the driving lust he emitted.  I could have never imagined the blind, naked, and raw love flooding out of him, and the power it had coupled with his vast experience in sex with the body I inhabited took me to a level of pleasure and happiness I never had experienced before or again as a woman.

This was a secret side to my dad I hadn't fathomed before.  He was making love, possibly the most extraordinary love I had ever witnessed much less experienced, and I was too far lost in the sensation to do anything but do my best to give him the same.

The climatic orgasm brought me to tears, and as my dad's post orgasm euphoria lifted, he realized I was trying not to choke on those tears as we puffed to get our breath back.

"What's wrong?" he asked, somewhat alarmed.  "Did I hurt you?"

I couldn't speak, I was so overcome with emotion, and I was nearly as startled as my dad when my mom said with my voice, "He'll be alright in a minute, dear."

"What?  What!" My dad exclaimed.  "Tim, what are you doing in here?!"

"Charles, that's Tim,"

My dad had some trouble understanding her meaning for several seconds, but then turned and looked at me as it finally clicked.

"Hi..." I said weakly, wearing a teary and apologetic smile.

"TimOTHY!!!" he screamed, rolling off of me.

"I'm sorry!" I blubbered as fresh tears filled my eyes.

I was still feeling extremely emotional, and my tears confused my dad so much he didn't know what to feel himself.  Sitting back on his shins on the bed, he stared at me blubbering like a little kid with a scrapped knee, and then he nearly fell off the bed when my mom wrapped her arms around him.

"What the hell is going on?" he said with a shaky voice as my mom sat down beside him.  "If you're Sam..."

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry," I blubbered. 

As my mom started to explain what she had experienced, I was starting to get a hold of myself and I final tried to cancel the swap links.  In the state I was in, it took a minute to realize I couldn't.

"Oh crap," I moaned.  "I'm mute again!"

"What do you mean?" my dad asked.

"I mean I can't access my voice," I said emotionally.  "I can't cancel the links!"

"That's ridiculous!" he exclaimed.  "You're the one who's doing it!"

"Yes and no," my mom said with a touch of guilt.

"Samantha..." my dad said in a warning tone.  "This isn't funny."

"What?" I croaked with confusion.

"No, Sam," my dad said in a steady tone.

They were just looking at each other, conversing privately, telepathically.

"What?!" I repeated desperately.

"I'm sorry, Timmy," my mother said while trying not to show her amusement on her face.  "While you were... distracted, I put a lock on the swap so you wouldn't cancel it prematurely."

"Oh," I said somewhat relieved, yet perplexed.  "Uh, why?"

"Sam, I really don't...  It... Not him, Sam.  It's not right."

"Mom!  What are you two talking about!" I exclaimed.

"Timmy," my mom began with the humor sparkling in her eyes.  "Richie isn't the only one in this family a little curious about your... experimentation with another male."

"No shit?" I exclaimed.

"No shit," my mom snickered.

"This isn't funny," my dad growled as his face turned red. "And I'm not doing it."

"Sweetie," my mom cooed oddly with my voice.  "Think about it.  It'll be with me."

"In his body!"

"Didn't your father always say to only trust your deepest secrets within the family," she insisted.

"But it's...  Just so wrong."

"Look me in the eyes," she said gently.

"Sam..." he moaned despairingly as he complied.

I couldn't see his face, but after more than a minute of silently looking into what technically were my eyes, his composure seemed to relax.

When my mom slid my body onto his lap, I pretty much guessed it was a done deal, and they confirmed it with a gentle kiss.

When a second kiss followed that one, and then a third that contained some tongue, I started feeling edgy and a more than just a little creeped out.

"Shit, Sam," my dad chuckled a little nervously when she pushed him onto his back on the bed and then straddled him. 

She was still wearing the shorts I had put on before bed, but my dad was naked, and getting hard.

"This is weird," he added as she leaned forward for another kiss.

"You can say that again," I said under by breath.

I didn't mean for them to hear it, but they obviously had as they both were looking up at me with uncertainty.

"Is this okay with you?" my dad asked.

"I guess so," I said, not really sure how I felt about it.

"Are you going to stay and watch?" my mother asked seriously, yet somewhat teasingly as well.

"No, I think I pass on that," I said as I moved to get off the bed.

"So much for the threesome," my mom teased to my dad.

I hurried towards the door, not wanting to hear what I knew my dad would say next.

"You know Sam," my dad began.  "You've always wondered what it would be like to..."

Safely on the other side of the master bedroom door with my fingers in my ears, I managed to block out the rest.  I didn't care if I was drawing a line in the dirt again.  I wasn't going fuck my own mother even if it was her behind my cock instead of me.

I went to the nearest bedroom to theirs and lay down.  Despite being fairly exhausted, I knew I wouldn't be able to go to sleep while my mom was active.  Once my body's hormones were flowing, I ended up raiding the twin's toy box to help alleviate the horniness.

Normally, the idea of pleasuring myself sexually while wearing my mother's body would have been completely disgusting to me.  But this wasn't normal in any definition of the word. 

You see, my symbolic vision wasn't active, and that made the experience feel as real as it had when I had shunted the vision through the share link to Joey. 

Whenever I dream walk into someone, I always experienced what the host experienced, and that naturally didn't include the symbolic sight.  Of course in a dream walk, I couldn't influence the host's actions without making a more active connection, and I hadn't done that since the first three or four times. 

I didn't understand why my symbolic sight wasn't active, but I wasn't about to tempt fate either.  I doubted I'd ever have another chance to be completely free of the sight while swapped with a woman again, especially one whom had been... upgraded like my mom and Leanne had been.

After bringing myself to my first orgasm in record time, I took my time and explored the differences in my mom's equipment from Leanne's.  The closest comparison I can think of that of a pair of shoes. 

When you get a new pair of sneakers, they have that new leather smell, fit firmly on your foot, and are spotless.  They look great and all, but until they've been broken in, they can make your feet hurt if you wear them too long at a time.

But there is nothing more comfortable than a pair of a well broken in sneakers.  And because you're not so worried they'll get dirty or smelly, you have less inhibitions about taking them through the mud, getting them soaked, or wearing them days on end.

While I didn't try anything with my mom's body I hadn't done with Leanne's, my mom's was definitely more comfortable and flexible than Leanne's.  Her vaginal senses were sharper, she seemed to have greater control over her vaginal muscles, and I discovered my mom had not just one g-spot, but three.

There were plenty of possible physical reasons for these differences, such as my mother having bared two children, differences in age, or it could even be genetic.

But the most likely reason in my mind is simply my father.  Remember, he forced her to complete the training and development of her modified body to what she originally desired.  But the love he felt and shared with my mother by the time they had finished the training made him feel extremely vulnerable, and to protect himself, he had kept its depth a secret from everyone else, including his mother and his two sons. Without my father's love, my mother would not have continued to broaden and refine her body's capabilities in both receiving and inducing physical pleasure through sexual intercourse.

I don't remember falling asleep, but I was awakened the next morning by my dad's panicked, "Oh shit!"

I had just managed to hide the dildos under the covers when my dad came barreling out of their bedroom without even his robe on.

My mother met me at the bedroom's door laughing.

"What's up with him?" I asked as an involuntary smile crept onto my face.

"We were comparing notes, so to speak, and I suggested that we watch Timmy's First later with you tonight after Richie is asleep."

She paused, expecting me to figure it out, but when all I gave her was a blank stare, she pointed behind me at the mirror in the room I had slept in.

It only took a moment to understand she wasn't pointing at the mirror itself, but the video camera hidden behind its one way glass.

"He's destroying tapes from last night so Richie..." she began just as it clicked in my head.

"Doesn't see his older brother fucking his dad in ass!" I exploded.

We both laughed so hard we were clinging onto each other to keep from falling down.

Once we had come to our senses, my mom unlocked the block on my mind, and I killed the links.

My mom gave me a big hug, thinking to me, "Thank you, sweetie."

The hug I gave back made any other reply unnecessary, and after we exchanged a peck on the lips, my mom yawned which I instantly echoed.

She tugged on my hand and nodded in the direction of the bed I had slept in.  I passively followed her inside, closing the door behind me and locking it to keep Richie from waking us up.

As I approached the side of the bed opposite to hers, she pulled back the cover, chuckled, then gave me a humorous look.

I just shrugged, climbed into the bed, and threw the dildos onto the floor behind me. 

After a brief snuggle, we spooned, then closed our eyes to go to sleep.  But before we could, we heard my dad come back down the hall, triggering a fit of giggles from both of us.

Just as we were settling down again, the memory of my dad's love making popped in my head, and it stirred up some very mixed feelings.

After stewing about it a few minutes, I came to a decision and said, "Mom?  I think I better sleep at the south mansion a few nights starting tonight."

"Oh?  Why?"

"I... uh," I stammered. "I don't know if I could...  What I mean to say is..."

"Oh, I think understand," she interrupted gently. 

"Uh, you won't tell dad why, will you?"

"It'll be our little secret," she said with another yawn.

A minute later, she added, "At least now you understand why I wanted to be with him after he found you."

I smiled, gave her a hug, then with an increasing feeling of lovesickness filling my heart, I sighed, "Yeah.  I understand completely."

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