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CALL ME BOB [ part 19 ] When we arrived home there was yet another meal prepared for us, I thanked the neighbour who just smiled at us and left the house. Charlene shook her head, “I’d never get used to this Uncle Bob.” She said as she sat at the table, I noticed she didn’t question why now but had accepted the fact that my neighbours would spend time cooking us a dinner for when we got home. While eating Charlene looked puzzled and was watching me closely, “What’s wrong Charly?” I asked her. “It’s Jessica, she really wanted to come home with us, but when you told her to go home she just did it, I thought she was going to make a fuss. Did you do something to her?” She asked. I nearly dropped my fork as she asked this. “What do you mean Charly? What could I do to her in the classroom with everyone watching?” I asked her. She smiled enigmatically at me, “Oh Uncle Bob, you know exactly what I mean! Jessy asked me if you were my master as well, so I told her yes you were. And then she told me that she couldn’t stay away from you for too long, and you know what Uncle Bob?” She said looking at me. “No, what Charly?” I asked her. Her eyes glazed over and went milky, “This is part of your improved powers, use them wisely. All those you touch will become yours to look after and protect, they will also be able to influence others to obey you without question. You will be able to heal those injured or harmed by others. You’ll know how and when to use this power. There will be others, but they will appear in time . . . She really loves you Uncle.” She finished and her eyes were now clear, but the tone of her voice had been that of the blind priest. I didn’t know what to say, it was obvious that Charlene wasn’t aware of what she had said, but was waiting for me to answer her. “I know she does Charly, but she cannot show it at the school, people will start to talk.” I said hoping this was what she had asked. “Yes, but you’d be able to stop them wouldn’t you, the same way you were able to talk to me when I first stayed here.” She said “That is something we cannot talk about, not even here Charlene.” I admonished her. She dropped her head, “Yes Master.” She said submissively. “And where did that Master crap come from? I’m not anyone’s master.” I said to her angrily. “Once you touched me Master, I knew what you were and what I was, but you told me to react normally, and so I followed your command until you were able to accept what I tell you.” Charlene said earnestly. The ringing of the telephone saved me from answering her, I quickly picked up the handset and spoke, “Robert Wilson.” I said. “Oh Mr. Wilson, you won’t remember me, I’m Zoë Smith, Jessica’s mother.” The woman at the other end of the phone sounded so pleased to speak to me. “Yes Mrs. Smith, how may I help you? Is there a problem with Jessica?” I asked her. “Oh please call me Zoë, Jessica’s fine, it’s just that she mentioned that you were inviting her to stay tomorrow.” Zoë said. “Yes, but I understand if you don’t approve…” I said “Oh no, it’s nothing like that, I think it’s a wonderful idea, why don’t you have her to stay tonight as well as tomorrow, that way she can understand how hard you work.” Zoë said, which surprised me, not to mention puzzling me as well. “Don’t you think that it would seem a bit odd, having a pupil joining me overnight?” I asked her. “But you are looking after Charlene … aren’t you? So nobody will even ask, so it won’t matter if you do HAVE her!” Did I imagine it or was there a laugh with the double meaning behind her words. “If you insist I’d be pleased to have Jessica tonight, she can sleep with Charlene; I just hope they’ll be fine.” I said and thus signing my future away – would she allow her daughter to come round to my house, or start calling the police to protect her daughter from a sex manic? To make sure I sent part of my ‘power’ down the line to check on her, but all I could find was an almost slavish feeling of trust, but behind her mind was a willingness to give her daughter to me! “She’ll be with you in half an hour, goodbye Mr. Wilson.” Zoë said and hung up. I looked at the handset in a state of shock, how could anyone be so blasé about their own child, then I remembered what Charlene had said, about people becoming my slave and influencing others to obey and help me … I really must have a word or two with that priest. - - - - - - - - - - It was 25 minutes later that there was a ring on the door, when I opened it Jessica was standing there with a bag in one hand and a large grin on her face. “Hello Mr. Wilson, Mum said it would be alright if I came around.” She looked back to a car, a youngish woman was sitting there smiling, she waved to us and drove away, leaving me with her daughter. I had no choice but to let Jessica in – well I did have another choice but I couldn’t leave her standing on my doorstep until tomorrow! “And how did you convince your mother to bring you here Jessica?” I asked the girl as Charlene looked on from her chair. Jessica shook her head, “I’m not sure master, it was as if I knew something about her, I was able to … make her listen to me and then she couldn’t do enough to help me.” Jessica said, her eyes wide in wonder as she thought about what had happened, “But I still don’t know what it was that helped me.” I though I knew but I wasn’t going to tell her. “Well now you’re here you can help Charlene with the washing up.” I said smiling, instead of the complaint I was expecting I was surprised to see Jessica nod her head. “Certainly master, as you command.” Almost as if it was a programmed response. “Charlene you know where everything goes, I’ll be in my room making up tomorrow’s lessons.” I said and left the two girls to their chores. I close the door to my den, to be honest most of the classes had already been planned, I just needed some time to digest my latest addition. I sat in my chair and closed my eyes, the class were at peace, I did notice that Jackie was visiting April and her family, in fact she and Mrs. Hunt were currently ‘resting’ on a bed together. A strange feeling made itself known, it wasn’t something I’d felt before, not trouble but … need? … Yes that was it, a need for what? I concentrated and found a thread that split into two directions, one led to Jessica in the kitchen, the other I followed. - - - - - - - - - - Zoë Smith was sitting in an arm chair, she was thinking about her daughter, Jessica, and how she as able to convince her to stay with Mr. Wilson, he was the same age as Piers; she closed her eyes as the memory rose unbidden into her mind. “Are you ready for another lesson Zoë?” Zoë looked up at the smiling man who had entered her bedroom. “Yes Uncle Piers, shall I undress now?” Zoë asked the man. Piers smiled at his ‘niece’, “Of course, how else can I see your beautiful body.” Piers said as he started to remove his clothing. Zoë quickly stood up and began unbuttoning her blouse, she didn’t yet need a bra although her breasts were beginning to form, her mother had explained about this and the fact that her ‘puffies’ were sore as they developed which was something she’d have to put up with, but she knew that once they started she would be introduced to her tutor. Zoë’s musings were interrupted by Piers gently stroking her chest, teasing them into the little points that they seemed to be designed to do. “You’re reacting nicely Zoë, now how have your lessons taken?” Piers asked the slightly moaning girl. Zoë understood what was being asked and got onto her knees in front of the man she called her uncle. She regarded the limp organ in front of her; she gently took the object of her lessons into her hand and gently blew on it, feeling her uncle shiver as she did so. Then she opened her mouth and took his organ into it, gently rubbing the underside of it as it began to grow in her mouth, when it was large she began sucking on it, feeling it touching the back on her mouth, this was the hardest part, she began swallowing – remembering how her mother had scolded her when she complained of choking, she learnt to accept the tiny dildo with ease and now here was the real thing. She hear her uncle moan as his cock entered her throat. “Oh yes, that’s a good girl, you’ve really learnt the lesson, now keep sucking and don’t forget to pump on the shaft.” By now Piers’s cock was at it full length of nine inches, with four remaining outside Zoë’s mouth. “Okay Zoë, now breath and then accept this into you throat.” Piers warned the girl and started pulling back slightly and feeling the girl breath deeply, then he began feeding his cock into the young girls’ mouth, not stopping until her nose was firmly touching his pubic hair. Piers gave a few strokes, feeling her throat as his cock entered it, he then removed it to allow Zoë to take a few more breaths before he repeated the cycle. Zoë was having problems keeping the pattern straight in her mind, but she tried her best, she also remembered her mother’s instructions and held onto Piers’ ball-sack, feeling it tighten as his strokes became harder, then she took one hand and extended her middle finger, finding Piers’ ass-hole she began pushing against it, feeling it give way to her digit. The effect on Piers was almost instantaneous, she could feel the sauce pumping into her throat and then her mouth was full of Piers’ sperm as he quickly withdrew his cock by pulling her head away from his cock. Zoë quickly swallowed the sperm down and looked up at her ‘Uncle’ “Well Uncle Piers, was that okay?” She asked. Piers smiled at his niece and lifted her up so that her head was level with his, “Zoë, that was the best ever, I can see you’re going to be my best pupil.” The next week she was feeling his cock as it pumped its seed into her colon, the following week he entered her pussy. She took all the lessons that her Uncle Piers gave her, and then the following month she showed her father what she had learnt. - - - - - - - - - - Zoë shook her head as her hand brought her to a climax, she hoped that Jessica would learn everything from Robert Wilson, it was just a pity that she wouldn’t have a father to show, but perhaps her grand father would enjoy the benefits. I pulled away from Zoë, metaphysically shaking my head; it was surprising what happened in this town! I thought to myself. I turned my attention to the blind priest, I needed some answers and he was the one to give them, I moved to the church, but the old man wasn’t there. The younger priest was though; he was in the confessional listening to a middle-aged woman. “… and I saw my next door neighbour, she’s the one who’s living in sin with…” I stepped into the woman. “Good evening father, I’m sorry to disturb you again.” I said. “Mrs. Simons, what do you mean?” The confused priest asked. “Oh yes, that’s right. I made you forget didn’t I?” I said and quickly stepping into his mind I made an adjustment and withdrew. “What … How … I remember now, why are you here?” The priest asked. “Actually I wanted to speak to the other priest … you know the old blind man.” I said pleased that the younger priest was taking this so calmly. “But I’m the only priest here, I took over from Father Murray after he died … come to think of it he was blind as well … perhaps he’s the one you’ve seen? I mean you being a ghost and all.” The priest said. I was about to tell him I wasn’t a ghost, but stopped myself – perhaps I am when I’m like this? “You could be right father, thank you. I’ll look elsewhere, goodbye father.” I said and started to withdraw from the woman’s body. “…that ungodly man, really father when I think about it, it fairly makes my blood boil.” The woman said. The young priest was going to call to me but I entered his body and took him over, “Well it sounds to me as if you’re jealous of your neighbour. Remember the commandment, thou shalt not covert thy neighbour’s ass.” I said which made the woman gasp; I quickly removed the knowledge of me from the priest’s mind and left him to explain his words to the woman. - - - - - - - - - - I was at a loss, if the blind priest was this Father Murray, then what was I? And why was Father Murray so interested in guiding me? A pleasant feeling made itself known to me, I followed it to . . . home? I opened my eyes to see Charlene seated in a chair smiling at me, but that wasn’t the source of my feelings, looking down I could see Jessica’s head bobbing up and down as she sucked away on my cock. My first impulse was to ask what she was doing, but it was so obvious that I didn’t bother, so I gave up to the inevitable and looked at Charlene. “She wanted to carry on with today’s lesson and you didn’t stop her, so I let her carry on.” Charlene explained. “I thought you two were doing the washing up?” I asked her, “Oh we finished that, we came her for more instructions, but when we saw you sleeping Jessica went in front of you and undid your trousers.” Charlene said giggling. “Why didn’t you stop her?” I asked as I could feel Jessica’s nose hitting my stomach. “She wanted to do it, and felt she had to… I couldn’t stop her.” Charlene protested, although not too much I felt. But then I couldn’t speak any more as I was cumming into Jessica’s mouth. As she swallowed my sperm I could feel the thread connecting us grow stronger. “Wait a moment Jessica; I want you to share the last of that sperm with Charlene.” I instructed the girl. She stopped swallowing and turned to Charlene who almost ran over to Jessica and I watched as the two girls kissed each other opened mouthed, their tongues moving my sperm between them before Charlene started to swallow. I checked the link between Charlene and myself, but there was no change that I could sense which puzzled me, but I did sense a thread running from Charlene to James, the boy she was with, and from him a thread to another girl. This got me thinking and I did a light scan, I found a spiders-web of threads linking me to the children in my class and some of their parents, the stronger links being with Charlene, Jessica and Zoë. I could then feel another link reaching from me and I knew this was the people I inherited from Jason, again this was making its own spider’s web of connections and I knew I had to visit some of them as well, in order to put right whatever he’d done to them. I sent down that link a calming message, ‘don’t worry, good times are coming.’. And I could feel a sensation of well being return to me, it was such a feeling that it almost overwhelmed me; it was almost orgasmic in its intensity. “Master? Are you alright?” Jessica asked me, and as I looked at her I shared my feeling with her and then Charlene, both girls eyes opened wide and then they squealed as they climaxed, but it didn’t stop there, the sensation went on through the link through both girls, spreading out to the others in the class. I looked at the two girls who had both collapsed in their place with a dreamy smile on their lips, I checked that they were otherwise okay and so I took the opportunity to take a quick shower. - - - - - - - - - - The water cascading down my back soothed some of the pressure I had felt and I felt my body relaxing, I decided to leave my search for Father Murray until later, my next concern was how to deal with Jessica? It was obvious what she wanted and her mother was encouraging this, but should I? It was daft, I had my dream position, I was in control – literally – of a class of school children who I could dominate sexually without questions being asked, and I was worried about one willing girl! How messed up was I. ‘ I pondered this while I applied shampoo to my hair, leaning back to keep it from running into my eyes. A giggling noise from outside the bathroom door told me that my guests had recovered from their rest and were about to attack me, a slight draft let me know that the door had been opened. Then the lightest touch on my body, a hand rubbing on my chest, then another on my back. “Uncle Bob, I thought you’d gone out, but luckily Jessica knew where you were.” I looked down at Charlene who had been talking away and as I did some shampoo when into my eyes, I moved my head into the spray of the water, sending white foam down my body. “Oh Master, I didn’t know you could make it like that!” Jessica said giggling, “And so MUCH of it!” she added. “I’ve a good mind to make you clean me with your tongue!” I said jokingly, and then I felt her licking my skin. “JESSICA! Stop that now! I didn’t mean it!” I told her. Jessica moved away and made a face, “Thank you master, I don’t like the taste of soap.” Jessica said and then continued washing my back with her hands. Charlene stood on tip-toes and whispered to me, “Uncle Bob did she really do what you told her?” She asked me awe in her voice. I nodded, “Yes Charlene, but why are you so surprised?” I asked her as she had already noticed how Jessica was reacting to me. Charlene thought for a moment, “Well, she’s altered slightly, ever since this afternoon’s lesson, she was looking through the window trying to see where you were, she even tried to leave the classroom naked!” Charlene confided as if Jessica wasn’t with us. I looked back at Jessica, “Why did you do that Jessica?” I asked her. Jessica went onto her knees and bowed her head, “I’m sorry Master, but it was before you gave me my orders, I knew that I had to see you … that I ‘needed’ to see you! If I knew where you were I would have followed you there, but when I saw you it was such a relief, I felt as if I was alive again.” She finished speaking and then lowered her head to the shower floor. “Get up Jessica, before you drown down there.” I said briskly and reached down to help her to stand. “Thank you Master, I’m sorry I’m such a failure to you.” Jessica said her eyes still downcast. I went onto my knees and faced her, “Jessica, you’re not a failure to me, and have never been one, now stand up, stop moping and start acting like the young lady you are!” I told her, and turning her around swatted her on her ass. “OW! I didn’t deserve that!” Jessica said rubbing her ass. I smiled at her, “Good, that’s how you should behave when not with me.” I told her, she continued to rub her ass and then poked her tongue out at me which made Charlene laugh. “Come on Jessica, I’ll show you my bedroom.” Charlene said as she grabbed hold of Jessica’s hand. “But what about . . .” Jessica began to say. “Oh well, later I’ll show you where I sleep!” She finished and then the two of them ran out of the bathroom. - - - - - - - - - - Not certain as to what was happening, I finished off my shower and then dried myself off. Putting on a pair of boxers I emerged from the bathroom, expecting to be ambushed by one or other of the girls, but I was lucky. Downstairs was a mug of Coca and a note. ‘Uncle Bob, we’re sorry that we’ve been naughty and so we’ve gone to bed. We will see you in the morning, goodnight. and it was signed by both Charlene and Jessica. I sipped at the Coca, it was well made, I had been through a tiring day and my bed was beckoning to me, I checked the door and windows were securely locked up and then went upstairs to bed. My room was empty, of other people that is, my bed called to me and I quickly undressed, because of Jessica I put on some pyjamas. I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes. . . - - - - - - - - - - I found myself in a room. A man, I didn’t recognise him, was there listening to Any who was moaning about his treatment of today. “Don’t worry son, I’ll sort this Wilson bloke out, he’s got no idea how women should be treated. If you want them to do what you want, you’ve got to treat them rough, show them whose boss. That’s what your mama learnt . . . where-ever she is now!” The man was saying. “But Dad you don’t understand, I’ve got to stay naked in front of everyone tomorrow and next week, it ain’t fair!” Andy complained, “And you know what else he did … he got three other kids to stand outside his room while I was naked!” He added. “NO, that ain’t right, no boy of mine will stand naked letting others look at him, I’ll have more than a word with that teacher of yours in the morning.” The man said, I debated whether to disturb him, but then I had another thought and smiled to myself, tomorrow was going to be interesting, very interesting indeed. “You wanted to see me, my son?” The voice disturbed my thinking. I turned to see the blind priest standing to one side of me. “Father Murray, I presume?” I said and the priest smiled. “That was my name.” he admitted “So … you’re dead?” I said becoming confused. “My earthly remains are, I’m still alive but in a different form that’s all! It’s something you’ll find out about when the time is right, I wouldn’t worry about such mundane things as life and death, you have more important things to do!” The priest, sorry Father Murray, said smiling. “But you’re dead!” I said becoming confused. “What is life? Like this I can be anywhere with just a though, I can enjoy every feeling in the world, why I’m more alive now than when I took an actual breath. You concern yourself with small things; learn to look above such things.” He admonished me. “Such as?” I asked. “Well your future for a start! You will need more energy for the battle that will be coming, that is why you will find more slaves to help you.” Father Murray said calmly. “Why slaves? I don’t want that responsibility! All I wanted. . .” I began, “Was a harem, ready to obey your every whim, now you have them, what you call them is up to you, but they’re conditioned by you, or rather your subconscious, all I did was to change the mechanism to that of fluid transfer, it could have been any method, but I thought you’d enjoy this way.” Father Murray smiled again. “So I’ve become a walking Typhoid Mary is that what you’re saying? Couldn’t you have done something else?” I asked. “Oh yes, but you’d wouldn’t like that either, but don’t worry you’ll find its active even after you’ve had your victim, anyone they kiss, or even sneeze on will become yours, in fact after a few months you’ll have all of England under your control… Isn’t that nice?” I was shocked at his words. ‘NO! That’s not what I wanted at all … was it?’ I thought to myself. “How do I stop it?” I asked him. “You really want to know? Just think of the power you can have, the people you can control? You’d have it all!” Father Murray was almost gloating with his words. “And then what? End up as a god? Smite down any with the will to oppose me?” A phrase came to my mind, “Retro me Satan! I’m not that type of person. I don’t want it and I refuse it!” I said angrily daring the blind priest to do his worse. But he just laughed at me, “Good, good. I knew you were the right person for this, I was almost despairing, I’ve done my best but I’d only come into my power at an old age, to do what is needed requires a younger person able to draw on others.” He said. I was astonished; this wasn’t what I expected at all! “But you’re so much more powerful than me, so what’s so great that you can’t cope with it?” I asked. He shook his head, “Power is deceptive, and subjective. Where I have some abilities yours will outstrip mine and you will find that you have more than you will need, I will guide you.” He told me, “But for now I think you will enjoy the rest of the night, goodbye for now.” He said and again he reached out and touched me on the forehead. - - - - - - - - - - I had a vice around my cock, it was being squeezed tightly. “Charlene, you didn’t say it would hurt like this!” Jessica was complaining to Charlene who was pushing down on her shoulders as Jessica straddled my hips. “You didn’t ask, anyway if you’d listen to Uncle Bob’s lessons you’d know that the first time always hurts for the girl!” Charlene said. “It doesn’t do too much for the guy either, especially if the girl isn’t really ready for this.” I called out which made both girls gasp in shock. “Uncle Bob!” And “Master!” Came from both girls then Charlene started to speak. “I’m sorry Uncle Bob, but Jessica wanted to do what I did yesterday, and although I tried to stop her she just had to do it!” She said. Jessica didn’t speak, but just balanced herself over my cock, a inch of which was embedded into her pussy. “Alright, but I thought you two were going to leave me until the morning?” I asked them both. “But Uncle Bob, it is past midnight. And so it’s morning … isn’t it?” Charlene said with her skewed logic. “Not really Charlene, but I understand what you’re saying. Now go into the bathroom and get some hand lotion.” I don’t have any K-Y jelly or its equivalent and that was the best I could think of. “Okay Uncle Bob.” Charlene said and ran off to get the item. I turned my attention to the girl now crying softly on my cock. “Jessica, what you did was very wrong.” She opened her mouth to speak but I stopped her. “However I will do what you want, but I think you need to be ready for me don’t you?” I asked her. She nodded her head and waited for my orders. “Get up … if you can, and then lie next to me.” I told her. With a grimace and almost in a unscrewing motion she managed to lift herself off my cock, she gave a sigh as she felt her pussy going back to normal. “I’m sorry master, but I had to feel you inside me, and since you were sleeping I thought it would be the best time to do it.” Jessica said. I nodded, “And what did you do to arouse yourself?” I asked her, her puzzled look gave me the answer, “You didn’t make yourself excited did you?” I asked her. Jessica shook her head, “No master . . . I didn’t know I had to!” She said. I sighed this time. “Jessica, when you want to engage in sex you have to be excited, it makes your pussy wet, remember the lessons when your partner started to feel your body, didn’t you find your pussy get damp?” I asked her. She thought for a moment and then nodded, “It did, but I didn’t know what it meant.” She said. I nodded, “That was you getting aroused. Now I hear Charlene coming back so we’ll see how to get you aroused as well as myself.” I said and went onto my back to watch the door as Charlene entered carrying a plastic bottle of hand lotion. “Thank you Charlene, now we’ll begin” I said. . . |