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CALL ME BOB [ part 2 ] When I was discharged from hospital I returned home, there were letters piled up on the floor by my door, I waded though them (not that they were that deep!), it's amazing how many times I could have been a winner of a fortune! I finally sorted out the mail into junk, non-vital, and urgent. I read through the urgent ones. 'Sorry to hear about your accident . . . have you considered claiming against th. . .' I didn't need that one. 'Sir, we note that you have failed to send in your sick notice, failure to do so will mean . . .' Bureaucracy at its finest! I had been told by Sandra that this was all taken care of! I looked at the signature. . . I had practised long distance, I closed my eyes and . . . Michael Pasefoot of the Education office was seated at his desk when I took him over; I quickly found my file and 'suggested' to him that he'd received all the necessary documents. I then withdrew from him and watched as he signed the file as cleared for payment. Satisfied that he wouldn't cause any more problems I started to return to my body, but saw a picture on his desk of a girl in a tutu, in a ballet pose, she was about 12 and pretty. 'Who's the girl?' I thought to him. His eyes glazed over, something I had noticed happened when I had given orders and he looked straight ahead. "That's my daughter, Samantha." He said, this was the problem, they would only answer the question, never volunteer more than I asked for, pulling teeth would be easier. 'What's her age?' I asked him. "She's eleven." Came the reply and he just sat there as if waiting for the next question. I gave up and dipped my head into his body, gaining all his knowledge. 'I see, well then Michael when you get home, I suggest you tie up your wife and daughter, then dial your mobile phone, let it ring three times, you will then sit in a chair and sleep, you will not listen to anything they say you will only say that he will be coming' I ordered him, knowing that he would do as I told him. I left him to carry on normally and returned home. ---- I must admit I didn't really know what I was going to do, but I'd been in the hospital for so long that I needed to know what the limits was with this . . . 'power' I suppose is the word for it. I managed to cook myself a dinner, thank heavens for television meals, I didn't need to use both hands for that, although it was after I'd finished that I realised that I could have 'persuaded' one of my neighbours to help me out. I did have a few nice looking neighbours who would be glad to cook for me. I sat back in my chair and closed my eyes. When I opened them I was standing beside my chair, 'see you soon!' I said to myself and then thought about Michael's office. I found myself standing by his desk, the office was darkened as there was no-body working at this time, but I knew that Michael didn't arrive home until half-six, then if he followed the instructions he should be phoning . . . about . . . [#I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world#] HOW COULD HE HAVE A RING TONE OF THAT! I sighed and concentrated on him, when I opened my, his, eyes I saw two figures tied up, somehow Michael had managed to bound them together so that Samantha was facing her mother's crotch, due to Samantha's height her mother was looking at Samantha's knees, or rather she would have, except that Michael had positioned Alice's, That was Michaels wife's name, head in front of Samantha's legs before tying them up. "Well this is nice," I said using Michael's voice, "I told him to tie you both up, I didn't mean together, but I'll have to hand it to him." "Michael please!" Alice said and, "Daddy what are you doing?" Samantha asked. "Yes, that's something I think I'd better tell you, I'm not Michael, I liked the look of his body so much that I thought I'd borrow it for a bit, but I can't have you two interfering with me so I ordered Michael to tie you both up." "Michael. . . you're not well, I think you've been overdoing things at work." Alice said in a sugar sweet voice. I smiled at her and gently held her chin with one hand. "That's nice, I'll be sure to let him remember that when I let him go . . . if I let him go." I said and watched her eyes widen. I moved my hand down her chin and then started moving it along Samantha's body. "Daddy don't!" She said trying to hide her face, but the only place it could go was into her mother's body. I slapped her ass, "You don't understand do you Samantha? I'm not your father, and I can prove it." I withdrew myself from Michael's body and ordered him to stay asleep. I then moved myself into Alice. . . the sensation was strange, I'd never tried to cross-gender like this and the feeling of Samantha's body on mine, even though we were both clothed, was wonderful and I had a unknown feeling between my legs almost as if I had an erection. "You see Samantha, I'm able to switch between bodies whenever I want, and I ordered your father to sleep when I'm not using him. "Mummy you're scaring me!" Samantha said. "I'm not your mummy Samantha; I think you'd better think of me as your uncle Bob. . ." I decided to try something different and concentrated on switching back to Michael. ". . . As you're never. . ." I switched. "Be able to pronounce my real name." I finished in Michael's body. "What happened?" Alice asked out loud, she didn't remember anything about my use of her body. "I just showed your daughter a little of my power, my naughty Alice Rees!" I said using her maiden name, I'd managed to learn about her from the time I inhabited her. "Why did you call me that?" Alice asked. "Oh, I know quite a bit about you Alice, all about William Garrick." He was her first boyfriend, "how you showed him yours and he showed you his . . . you laughed at him and made him cry, but he was eight at the time." I said and then added, "But when you were thirteen you let him into your pants and you were the one who cried because he didn't let you come before he finished." "I never told you that . . . no-one knows about that!" Alice said blushing. "You knew about it and now, so do I!" I said smiling. "No . . . no that's impossible . . . you can't, you just can't." Alice said. "Do you want me to make up a list, Larry, Tom, Noel, Sarah - that was different for you but showed you how to enjoy girls, Hugh, Tina, Jerry, Emily, Tom - again but not really an improvement . . ." I was going through the list. "Stop! .. . Stop please. Who are you?" Alice asked "My name as I've told Samantha is beyond your ability to say, so you can call me Bob." I said keeping up the fantasy. "I've taken a fancy to your family and thought I'd have some fun." Alice tried to shake herself, "You call this fun?" She said. "I didn't mean fun for you! I find it quite funny; let's see what else I can do?" I said and went to Samantha's head. "Now girl hold still while I adjust your pillow." I said. She didn't understand what I meant, but found out as I started to undo Alice's skirt to reveal frilly panties, I rubbed the front of them feeling the moistness that Alice was giving off, I rubbed my hand over Samantha's face. "Lick your lips girl, that's just a small sample of what you're going to taste." "Oh god no, not that!" Alice said feeling me pulling her panties down. I put my hand on the back of Samantha's head and pushed her down into her mother's pussy. "Now Samantha lick and suck on your mother, if you don't bring her off I'll start whipping you until you do." I told her. "Please don't make her do that, she's my daughter." Alice tried to persuade me. "Just pretend it's Tina using her tongue on you, you did like the way she could suck the piss out of you." I said into her ear. "OOOOooooohhhhh!" Alice moaned as the memory pushed her into her first orgasm. Then she opened her eyes and looked me in the face, "You bastard!" She hissed. "Thank you, but now it's time for your daughter to know what's happening to you!" I said but Alice shook her head. "Not just yet please, leave her alone for a few more minutes." She said - although she might have been trying to spare Samantha's sensibilities, she could also have wanted another cum from her daughter's mouth. "Very well Alice, I'll leave her where she is." Alice gave a small smile, "But this time she's going to have some encouragement." I said removing the belt from my, Michael's, trousers. I lifted up Samantha's skirt and brought the belt down over her panty covered ass, making her squeal with the pain of the blow, I kept on hitting her until Alice announced that she had come again. I untied Samantha's legs and arms, and then found that she had been tied by the waist to her mother's body. I allowed her to rise up and stand beside her mother. Samantha placed her hands on her ass, rubbing it to help ease the pain from the belt. "There Samantha it wasn't too bad was it, and did your mother taste nice?" I asked the sobbing girl. "No, it was nasty and hateful!" Samantha said not looking at either of us. "Oh really, but your mother enjoyed it. I think you should kiss your mother and show her that you forgive her." I said "But . .." Samantha started to say, I just flexed the belt again, Samantha groaned and then bent down and placed her lips on to her mother's. "Open your mouth Samantha, pretend it's your boyfriend who's kissing you back." I said knowing full well that Samantha didn't have a boyfriend - at her age the boys are all brash and not worth looking at. The girl did as I told her and I could see Alice wiping her tongue over Samantha's lips. I allowed them a few minutes at this and then stopped Samantha. "Now it's time for your mother to return the favour, or is that flavour?" I said to the girl, "You'd better undress to give your mother better access." I told her. The poor girl looked at me and then at her mother, "You can't make her do that!" Alice said, I just looked at her and made a sad face, I then slapped the belt onto my hand making both of them jump. I then looked meaningly at Samantha who bent her arms behind her to undo the top she was wearing. When the buttons were undone she folded her arms over her chest to pull the arms off and drop the top on the floor, she was wearing a small training bra underneath but she went to remove her skirt first. "Hold on, the top half first." I told her, she had tears in her eyes as she pulled the bra over her head. Her small lemon sized breasts were pointed in the way forming breasts do. "Now the skirt!" I instructed her. She undid the buttons on the side of the skirt and then undid the zip, allowing the skirt to fall down her legs; she was standing, in her panties, short socks and shoes. She looked at me for directions, her hands hovering over her panties. "No, remove your shoes first; I don't want you to hurt your mother later on." I said smiling. Samantha didn't understand what I meant, but from Alice's face I could see she did. Samantha brought her knee up to untie her shoe and then removed it; I could see her thinking about throwing the shoe at me. "I wouldn't do that Samantha, you'd only hurt your father's body, I'd be perfectly alright." I said to her smugly. She made a face and threw the shoe onto the floor. Then she lowered her foot and raised the other to remove that shoe. "You're a very pretty girl Samantha, do you know that?" I asked the frightened girl. I gestured with my finger for her to turn, which she did, her head down. I could see that she was scared of me, and to be honest I couldn't push myself to hurt her. I regarded her as she stood in front of me. I placed my hand beneath her chin and raised her head. "You're not going to be hurt by this, so don't worry." I told her softly. She looked at me as if trying to read my mind but, of course, she couldn't. "Now stand beside your mother and remove your panties." I instructed her. The girl did as I told her, standing so that Alice was between her and me. "Now straddle your mother head, let her see your pussy." I watched as Samantha awkwardly did as I instructed, her hairless pussy lips opening as Samantha opened her legs to miss Alice's head. "Now Alice, what do you say about that sight?" I asked the older woman. "Oh please don't make me say it." Alice replied, "How did you know? How?" She asked me. "I've looked inside your head Alice, I know what buttons to push, or do you want me to tell Samantha about Jane?" I said. "You mean Aunt Jane? But she's . . ." Samantha said but stopped herself. "You are a bastard; alright I like it, so young and inviting. I want to eat it! Okay, satisfied?" Samantha said. "Mummy!" Exclaimed Samantha. "Don't worry about it child, your mother is under duress, she has to tell me what I expect to hear." I said looking down at Alice's face, I winked and then returned my attention to Samantha. "Now girl, I suggest you lower yourself down onto your mother's head, you know how. I want you to place your pussy over your mother's mouth, let her suck you as you did her." I told Samantha. "Oh no, I couldn't. You can't make me!" Samantha said. I hit her with the belt again causing her to scream out. "The next one will be on your pussy and I'll keep on until your mother's face is in the way!" I told her. Samantha looked from the belt to her mother before she said, "Oh mummy what should I do?" "Just do it darling, it won't be so bad I promise." Alice said in an encouraging tone. Very slowly the girl lowered her body down onto her mother raising slightly as she felt a tongue touching her pussy. "Sit down!" I growled at her. Causing her to do so quickly this time. "Rub your body against your mother's mouth Samantha, let her get her tongue into you!" I ordered her. Sobbing she did so, I could see Alice moving her tongue in and over Samantha's pussy, her arms moving, trying to get to grips with her daughter's body. I quickly undid her arms and she grabbed her daughter's hips, ensuring that she didn't move too far. I stood beside Samantha, seeing her eyes close as new sensations started to make themselves felt. "You feel it Samantha, is it better than your fingers?" I whispered into her ears, seeing her blush as I spoke her secret shame. "Don't worry, all girls do it, they just don't admit to it. Just ask your mother later, she's got a lot to tell you." I said. Samantha grew redder as she felt her first orgasm from her mother's tongue take her over, she fell forward, but I caught her in my arms. Pulling her away from her mother and holding her. The softness of her flesh was delicious to me and I gently kissed her mouth, still tasting the remnants of Alice's juices still adhering there. I turned the girl around and repositioned her so that she could recline over her mother's body with her pussy still in reach of Alice's mouth. I retied Samantha's legs so that she held her mother's head tight between her thighs. I pulled her forward so that I could tie her wrists to a rope around Alice's waist. I retied Alice's arms so that she couldn't escape. I then undid the fly of my, Michael's, trousers and removed my - well you know what I mean - cock, displaying it to Samantha's eyes. "Well girl, you've seen and tasted the first thing from which you came into this world, now it's time to taste the other part of your creation." I said to her. She didn't understand what was required of her. I opened her mouth with my hand and then presented my cock to her. She looked up at me as if she was going to plead with me, but I didn't give her a chance. Moving my hips forward I pushed my cock into her mouth. "Lick and then suck it Samantha." I instructed. I don't think she'd ever sucked at a cock before, but with her mother working away at her pussy and her mouth filled with my cock, she wasn't in a position to complain. I began to lightly move myself within her, seeing her eyes bulge when I tapped the back of her throat. "Relax girl, allow the entry. You're going to feel sick at first but don't stop." I told her, holding back from thrusting too much to allow her to relax. After a minute I began pushing harder and was surprised to see her accept the whole length of the cock without any trouble. After I had pumped into her mouth for a bit I pulled back to allow her to breathe, three deep breaths and then I plugged her throat again, three thrusts and then out. I kept up the routine so that Samantha could follow it without panicking. I then decided that I'd almost had enough of this action. I tapped Samantha on the head. "I'm going to cum, that will fill your mouth with your father's seed, try to swallow as much as you can, if I'm happy I'll leave to all. But I may return, just remember your Uncle Bob." I said as I started to spurt in her. I withdrew from Michael's body, allowing him to realise what had happened, but ordering him to return to his chair and sleep for a couple of hours. He looked down at his daughter, her mouth still attached to his cock as the final spurts were sucked from him. He groaned and staggered to his chair, his eyes closing not hearing the cries of his daughter as she had another orgasm from her mothers mouth. ---- I returned to my own body, 'that was interesting' I thought to myself. It amused me to think of a young girl like Samantha being made to cum like that, I wasn't even sure if a girl of that age could. It opened opportunities that I hadn't really imagined before - No, I tell a lie, I had fantasised about it. But could I? I mean should I? I sat up from the reclining position suddenly. I would be away from school for a couple of weeks at least, and I could always rely on Michael to supply adequate cover - if the police didn't arrest him for tonight's work. I got out the school handbook and looked up the list of governors, it would just be a matter of changing the school rules and procedures and they were the ones to do that. I settled back and concentrated on the first... |