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Subject: {ASSM} The Feel - Revised Chapter II (mf, mF, mc, preg)
Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2003 06:10:07 -0400
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The Feel

Chapter II

"Ok, Mom. I'll be home about 11 or so. Yeah. Ok. Bye."
Steve hung up the phone. His father wasn't home yet,
so he had a chance. If his father had been home, there
wouldn't have been a chance.

He thought about that for a moment. Why did he let his
father boss him around? He had always been afraid of
him, installed from when he was a child from frequent
punishments for the slightest infractions. He thought
about his newfound power for a moment as well. The
basketball game would be the perfect place to test out
this ability. He thought about Amanda, how she had
orgasmed in front of him. He couldn't control peoples
actions, at least not as far as he could tell. But if
he could make people feel things-

He looked at his watch. If he left now, he would catch
the beginning of the game. He slipped on his coat and
went to his car.

<hr>

Steve was a little off. The game hadn't started yet by
the time he got there. Many people seemed surprised to
see him, since they knew he rarely went to after
school events. He picked up a hot dog and Sprite, then
went down to the bleachers.

The cheerleaders for both sides were warming up the
crowds. Steve looked at the line up for his school.
Most of them were sexy, including the obvious Amanda
and Michelle. Amanda waved at him as he sat down, and
after a moment so did Michelle. He was certain that
Amanda hadn't mentioned anything to Michelle, but she
must be wondering what Amanda and Steve were doing
together.

Nicole was another one of the cheerleaders. She was
shaped like Barbie in many ways, with blonde hair,
large breasts and a tiny waist. She was heavily
involved in gymnastics, which made her legs and ass a
little bigger than the other girls, but she was still
very sexy. She was also pretty short, standing at
about 4'11" in height. He had known her for some time,
and had even given her advice on men in the past.

For some reason, most girls relied on Steve for advice
on guys. He was a good listener, and most women
trusted him. Or maybe it was because he didn't hit on
them like the other guys. He mentally shrugged. He
didn't quite have the Nice Guy Curse, but with his
lack of dating, it was close to it.

He looked about the crowd, noticing other people. He
reached out with his mental hand, trying to get a
response from different people. One girl about to put
some popcorn in her mouth missed by a few inches as he
changed where she felt her hand to be. A man started
scratching his chest vigorously from the intense itch
Steve "put" there. He randomly from person to person,
making them feel certain things at will. He absently
took a bite from his hotdog as he worked, trying to
prove that he was just imagining things. By the time
the game started, he knew that it was true- he had
some power that really worked.

He looked down at the ground, noticing the gum
wrappers. He focused his attention on the wrapper,
trying to push it with his mind. The wrapper didn't
even move. He wasn't telekinetic; he couldn't control
minds, but he could make people feel things. So he
wasn't going to get his teachers to give him perfect
grades, or others to give him money. He was so lost in
his thoughts he nearly missed the opening toss.

The game started terribly. One of the kids on the
opposing team stood almost a foot taller than anybody
else, dribbling around the room like crazy. Steve had
to admit that he was good- but there was something
about him that just didn't ring right. By the time the
half rang, Steve's school was behind by 15 points.

He went out for another drink, running into the
cheerleaders in the process. "Hello, ladies," he said.
The girls turned around, waving at him.

"Hi, Steve," Amanda said. "Enjoying the game?"

Steve shrugged. "I'd enjoy it more if we were winning.
Any idea who that guy on the other team is?"

Nicole made a face, her pretty blue eyes looking down.
"Rashaun. He's an exchange student from Russia. I
think he was a major basketball player over there or
something. He was going to go to college, but because
of some sort of transfering thing, he's got another
year of school."

Steve paid for all of the girls drinks. "Isn't that
against the rules?"

"Yeah, but you know how those kids at Mt. View are.
Since their parents make most of the money, they
pretty much get to do what they want." Tiffany, the
only cheerleader that Steve didn't fantise about said.
She was nice and all, just not Steve's type.

"Are you going to Hoppers after the game?" Amanda
asked. "A bunch of us are planning on going."

For a moment Steve thought about saying about how he
had to go home right after the game was over, then
changed his mind. After all, what was the worst that
could happen to him? Even if his father grounded him,
it wasn't like he was going to be worse off.

"Sure. I'll be there." Amanda smiled, while Michelle
gave the two of them a look.  He could almost swear he
saw a small smile on her face. They parted company as
the cheerleaders went back on to try and cheer their
team onto victory.

Steve had a different idea in mind.

<hr>

The second half started much the same way. Rashaun
dominated the court, making shots easily. Steve
watched with interest, deciding that enough was
enough. For the first time in his life, he was going
to do something a little selfish.

He waited until Rashaun took another shot. He jumped
to his feet, his drama-trained voice projecting around
the room. "Choke!" he yelled, and at the same time
<i>pushed</i> with his new mental hands. He felt
Rashaun's arm, his mental fingers pressing against it.
 While he knew that it had no effect on Rashaun's arm,
that didn't mean that Rashaun didn't feel something.
Rashaun's shot went wide, bounding off of the
backboard. He looked around him to see who fouled him-
but nobody was even close.

The ball was rebounded by Steve's team, as they took
it back for a score. Once again the Mt. View team had
the ball, once again they passed it to Rashaun. The
second that the ball started to leave his hands, Steve
shouted "Choke!" again. He used his phantom appendage
to make it feel like Rashaun's fingers were glued
together. The ball slipped through his fingers,
bouncing on the floor.

A member of Steve's team grabbed the basketball,
running back for another point. People stopped talking
and started paying attention to the game again. They
might be behind by almost 20 points, but now there was
something new.

The next time Steve yelled "Choke!", the cheerleaders
and some of the fans joined in. Rashaun was becoming
more and more frustrated as his shots kept missing,
and Steve's team started climbing back up. By now the
entire crowd was into it, yelling "Choke!" as Rashaun
took a shot and missed each time. He started fouling
more, and the sudden change in the tide fired up the
losing basketball team. After the 20th time, Steve
didn't even have to use his phantom appendage -
Rashaun was so frustrated, he couldn't seem to make a
shot to save his life. With the final minutes rolling
down, Rashaun fouled out, and Steve's high school
basketball team won the game by 5 points.

The bleacher erupted in cheers as the basketball team
ran around the court in victory. Steve felt a little
odd - sure, he was just evening the cheating going on
by Mt. View. But he felt guilty by cheating himself.
And he also knew that nobody knew that he was the one
that really gave him the win. He started on his way
out to his car.

"Steve!" He turned around. Nicole was there, her chest
heaving that almost distracted him from her blue eyes.
"Hey, good thinking on that 'choke' thing."

"Yeah, like it did so much," he said. "Next time I can
stand in a crowd and yell at people, let me know." He
winked at her to show that he was kidding.

"Well, we all thought it was cool. Still going to
Hoppers? Some of us need a ride over."

"Um, how many? My bug doesn't hold that many."

"Well, Amanda, Michelle and I didn't want to get a
ride with any of the basketball players. They always
seem to think that we owe them something after they
win a game." Amanda and Michelle were already
aproaching behind her. "You tend to be a gentleman
about these things." She grinned as she said this.

Steve thought about that for a moment. Three sexy
girls, alone with him, with his new found power... 

"How could I refuse?"

<hr>

Hoppers was fun, more fun than Steve had in some time.
He told jokes, ate some good food, and even danced a
little to the jukebox. After a few hours, he started
to drive the girls back home.

"Thanks again for giving up a ride home," Michelle
said when they were all in his car.

"Really, it's no problem. Three beautiful women in one
car, how could I possibly say no?" He fiddled with the
radio, finding some good music. "Now, you'll have to
excuse my car. The suspension sucks, so you may feel
some odd vibrations."

At the same time that he said this, Steve started
reaching out with his mental fingers. He felt what
seemed like different hands reach out towards the
innocent girls, feeling their skirts. It took a bit of
effort to control three hands and drive at the same
time, but after a minute it felt natural. He moved
down their bodies until he "felt" their legs, gently
touching their soft flesh. The inside of the car was
dark, but he could make out the sqirming motions of
the girls next to and behind him. Amanda was to his
right, with Michelle and Nicole behind him. His mentle
fingers slipped underneath their skirts, softly
stroking their cheerleader slits.

<i>Oh, good god</i>, he thought to himself. Even if he
wasn't really feeling it, it was such a turn on. He
shifted a little in his seat, his penis stiffening
uncomfortably down his leg.

"So, do you girls have any plans to make it to any
wrestling matches?" He made his mental tickling light,
but his mental hands could feel everything that was
going on. Amanda's pussy lips were starting to swell
up, while Michelle seemed to be trying and avoid his
fingers. Nicole, however, was getting into it. Her
pussy was leaking fluids through his mental hands, the
thick cunt syrup feeling odd as it passed through his
phantom palm. Her hips swayed back and forth as he
mentally stroked her.

"We're, um, planning on it," Michelle said. Her slit
had started to juice up, while she rotated her pelvis
in circles. He watched in his rear view mirror as
Nicole was carefully moving her hands to her lap.

"Yes, we want to go to the one in about 2 weeks,"
Amanda told him. Her hips were gently swaying as one
of his mental fingers inched its way up her vagina.
She almost moaned aloud, biting her lip to keep her
cry from being heard.

Steve turned the corner as he kept up his phantom's
hands movement. Each of the girls were breathing
heavier. Nicole was using the dark to her advantage,
rubbing her inner thighs, her hands busy underneath
her short green skirt. He could feel her real fingers
float through his illusionary ones, gently squeezing
her hard thighs. Steve started up another "hand" for
Michelle, pinching her nipples. Her mouth hung open in
pleasure as she sat there, her hands running up and
down her sides.

"I'll be wrestling at that one," Steve said. "It will
be good to see you there." He found his ability to
control his hands came easier now. Just for fun, he
decided to try and change the texture. Now instead of
four hands, there were now six tongues, one for each
pussy and each set of breasts. Nicole shuddered in
orgasm as Steve pulled up to her house. He slowed down
his ministrations to the other two girls, just enough
to keep them stimulated.

"Here we are, Nicole," Steve said. Nicole looked at
him blankly a moment, her eyes still hazy from her
orgasm.

"Oh, thanks." She still looked a little fuzzy. She
leaned forward, kissing Steve on the cheek. "Thanks
for the ride home." She waved to her friends, walking
away. Her walk was a little off, and the fact that
Steve would "lick" her slit every few steps that she
took. As he pulled away he gave her one more hard
tongue lashing with his newfound telepathic powers,
making her orgasm again at her door. He could feel her
shuddering around the fake tongue, her vagina
trembling in the most erotic way he could think of.
The sensation faded as he drove off, the last thing he
felt from her was her rock hard rubbery nipples
touching the "tongues" at her breasts.

As her drove towards Michelle's house, he started back
on the girls again. Michelle gave up fighting, and lay
back in her seat as Steve talked about things,
slipping her fingers into her skirt and rubbing
herself. Amanda was doing the same thing, both girls
unable to see the other as they masturbated themselves
to orgasm. Michelle's lovely asian eyes opened and
closed in pleasure. He slipped his phamtom tongue up
into her slit as she shuddered in pleasure. Amanda
took her fingers from her skirt as Michelle did,
looking at Steve with embarassed brown eyes.

"I'll- um- see you Monday, Steve," Michelle said. As
she leaned forward to kiss his cheek, Steve stimulated
her cunt, making her gasp into his ear. For a second
her tongue slipped into his ear as her ass pushed back
against his invisible tongue. She left his car, trying
discreetly to rub her needy crotch with anyone
noticing. She shouldn't have worried. As Steve drove
away, he focused his powers on Amanda next to him.

"So," he asked her, "Why was it again that we never
got together?" He moved his real hand onto her thigh,
the sensation of her skin against his a hundredfold
better than his false hand. Her legs parted to his
fingers, the region beneath her skirt in shadow.

"Maybe it's time that we did." She nodded at her house
just up ahead. He stopped the car just past her house,
outside of view. Amanda's eyes were opaque with lust.
"I think if we're careful, I can sneak you inside."

Steve turned out the lights, putting his hand on the
back of Amanda's neck. He pulled her toward him, their
lips parting as they met. While their tongues
wrestled, his other hand snuck up her skirt. Her
panties were soaked and slick as she dripped juices
from her aroused slit. He rubbed at the junction of
her legs, feeling her hips bounce up and down.

Steve drew his lips along her cheek. "So should we go
inside?"

Amanda took several breaths, her hands squeezing his
arms as he kept rubbing her slit. Her open lips
pressed against his again, the taste of her tongue
almost as erotic as his hand on her pussy. "Yessss,"
she moaned.

Steve quickly got out of the car, practically running
to the other side. The night had grown cold, and he
almost slipped on the ice. Amanda giggled as he opened
her door with a gallant air.

"Here, wear my coat," he said, draping it over her
shoulders. He pulled her into another kiss, leaving
both of them breathless.

"Oh, let's get inside. My legs are freezing," she
said. She was shivering, the short skirt hardly
covering her perfect legs. She took his hand, moving
towards the house. "Just keep quiet - my parents are
already in bed. I'll stop by there to say goodnight,
and then we can go to my room."

"Are you sure this is safe?" he asked.

"Yeah." She glanced at him a moment. "I've, um, never
done this before. Snuck a guy into my room. God, I've
never even had a guy in my room period." The two of
them entered the door together, Steve trying to be as
quite as possible. Visions of an angry father with a
shotgun filled his mind. But every time he looked at
Amanda's swaying skirt, just barely covering her tight
ass, he knew he couldn't refuse.

She motioned for him to stay at the bottom of the
stairs. Amanda quickly moved up the stairs and down a
hall. She cracked open a door, sticking her head
inside. "I'm home. I'm going to bed." Steve could hear
some muffled speaking. "We won the game. Yeah, it was
fun. Goodnight." She went back down the stairs, taking
Steve's hand. "Follow me," she whispered in his ear.
She lead him down another hallway. "My sister is away
at college, so we're in the clear. My parents usually
sleep all night." She opened the door to her room,
closing it behind him.

Amanda turned on a light by her bed. The room was
definetally a girl's room, with stuffed animals on the
bed, thick quilts, and posters on the wall of various
rock groups. She turned back to Steve, looking at him
nervously.

Steve felt a little nervous himself. He knew that he
wanted to have sex with her- hell, he wanted to have
sex with her several times. But he had never done it
before, and wasn't certain that he'd be competent.
What if he made a mistake, or hurt her?

These thoughts occupied him up until the moment she
leaned in and kissed him. He reflexivly put his arms
around her, drawing her into his embrace. His hands
rubbed her back, massaging her muscles. At the same
time, he extended his phantom appendage, drawing it
down to her crotch. Amanda moaned into his mouth as he
passed his mental finger up against the entrance to
her sex, gently moving it up inside of her. She moved
her body back and forth as he gently worked it up into
her, stimulating her body. He felt her hymen, his
"finger" moving past it without harming it. Amanda
pressed her crotch into his, drawing her hands down
until they found his pants. She felt the outline of
his penis, her eyes snapping open as he moved his
mental finger faster inside of her. His real hands
reached to her breasts, pinching her erect nipples
while the ran her fingers up and down his cock.

"Oh, god, Steve," she murmured around his lips. Her
tongue stroked against his in time with her small
fingers on his penis. "I've never been so hot before."
Steve slipped his hands underneath her cheerleader
sweater, feeling her tits through her bra. They
weren't large, but felt perfect. Her nipples burned
into his palms. Amanda was humping the mental penis
inside of her, her hips bouncing up and down. He moved
his hands to her back, tracing the path her bra made.

Steve found the clasp of her bra. He carefully moved
the hooks out of the eyeholes. Her bare back was warm,
her skin smooth. He pushed her bra up, her breasts
within access to his fingers.

Amanda was lost, her brown eyes smoky as he pulled
away from her. He grasped her sweater, pulling it up
over her head. He saw her breasts for the first time,
the tiny brown nipples standing straight in the cool
air. Amanda pulled at his shirt, in moments leaving
the two of them naked from the waist up.

This time when Steve kissed Amanda, her hard nipples
poking into his chest, he was certain that things
couldn't get any better than this. He moved his mouth
down her neck and he manuevered her against the bed.
She gently lay back, totally exposed to Steven's
desires. Her crotch humped the air as Steve moved his
invisible fingers from inside of her slit to the
outside, feeling her panties on one side and her slick
cunt on the other.

Steve started licking and sucking on her small tits,
relishing the feel of her hard nipples between his
teeth. "Mmnn, Steve, oh-" Amanda moaned. He moved his
hands along the inside of her thighs, gently pulling
on her skirt.

The entire skirt and panties combination slid down her
smooth thighs, leaving her vagina open to the air. He
ran his hands along it, feeling the almost hairless
flesh against his real fingers. While his mental hands
could feel, his real hands were far better. He gently
rubbed her engorged clit, feeling her writhe in need.

Steve carefully unzipped his jeans as he slid down her
body, licking and sucking on her skin. He moved his
mental hands up to her breasts, pinching her nipples.
He could smell her pussy juice as he found his way to
her waiting cunt.

Steve had never eaten out a girl before, but knew the
mechanics. He started by licking her full nether lips,
then moved his tongue around. Her juices were sweety,
almost tangy with musk mixed in. He trilled his tongue
against her clit, making her moan even louder. While
she was lost in pleasure, he slid his pants and
underwear off his body, making both teenagers
completly naked.

"Ah, Steve, oh, oh, god, ohgod, ohgod, Steve-" Steve
suddenly stopped his oral attention, moving up her
body. He paid homage to each breast again as his naked
thighs pressed against hers. She suddenly realized
that he was as naked as her as his long penis slid
along the length of her sopping slit.

"Steve, wait," she said as her hips kept beating
against his cock. "I- oh, I'm still a virgin- God!"
While her hips thrashed against the mental appendage
inside of her, her insides even wetter than the
outside, he started pressing his thick penis against
the entrance to her body. "Oh, god, Steve, oh, no,
yes, Steve- arg!" The head of his large penis forced
its way through the elastic ring of her cunt. For the
first time in his life, he felt a woman's pussy
gripping the head of his penis.

Amanda's body sent confused signals from her crotch,
partially the pain of Steve's penis entering her, and
the incredible pleasure from Steve's mental finger
moving inside. Steve started moving his penis just
within the inside of her body, gently letting her get
used to the sensations. He was afraid he would orgasm
any moment, and didn't want to ruin this.

"Oh, Steve, ow, oh, wait, I- I don't have any
protection-" Her brown eyes looked into his with lust,
while her hips kept pushing against his. His penis
slipped another inch into her body, making her gasp
with a mixture of pleasure and pain. "Steve, please,
stop," She brought her hands against his chest, trying
to fight the sensations radiating from her crotch.
Steve used his mental hands to stimulate her clit
while he kissed her, silencing her protests. He felt
her hymen bumping against the end of his penis, her
tight walls clenched against him. "Ow, oh, Steve,
wait, - ahh!" Steve mashed his lips against hers,
silencing her cry of pain as her hymen split against
the head of his penis.

The bulbous head of Steve's penis forced her tight
walls to the side as he kept working himself into her.
Amanda's legs scissored around him as he worked his
penis back and forth, moving another half inch at a
time. She groaned as he suddenly pushed hard into her,
their pubic bones grinding against each other.

Their eyes met as Steve held still for a moment. His
heart felt like a jackhammer in his chest, his crotch
rotating within her liquid channel. Her mouth froze
open in pleasure as he slowly pulled back his penis.
Her back arched as he pushed back inside of her,
forcing his crimson coated shaft deeper into her. Her
nails pressed into his back as he worked his penis
back and forth within her. He could feel his sperm
laden balls trying to rise as he worked himself faster
and faster inside of her. Amanda started to match him
thrust for thrust, impaling herself on his cock. Her
cries became high pitched as she grasped him, her
whole body shuddering in pleasure. Her cunt spasmed
around his penis, sucking like a wet warm mouth.

Steve kept pumping his penis as she orgasmed, hardly
holding his thin line of control over his body. Amanda
tongued his ear, sucking on his earlobe. "Oh, yeah,
you feel so good inside of me, so big, so good- don't
stop, don't stop, don't, don't, ohohohoh yes!" His
shaft kept plunging inside of her as his hands roamed
her body. He squeezed her tiny breasts, rubbing her
nipples. He fely her smooth belly, moving his hands
down to her waist. He gripped her tight ass in his
hands, pulling her close against him as his penis
dominated her formerly virginal body. Amanda plunged
her tongue down his throat, moaning as she sucked on
his tongue like a little penis. "Steve, oh, Steve,
mmnn, more, oh, fuck me, fuck me, oh, god, god,
arrrrrggggghhhh!" She climaxed around his body, trying
to draw the cum up his shaft.

Steve could hold back no longer. Before he could even
react, his orgasm began, shooting his cum deep into
her body. Steve cried out with her, feeling his dick
spasm, spitting up his fertile seed. Amanda's mouth
was open in a wide O as she orgasmed, feeling his
sperm race into her hungry womb. He felt her cunt
walls clamp down on him, blocking his sperm as it
raced along his dick. Her back arched into him,
forcing the head of his penis against her babymaker.
The pressure built for a moment, shooting out like a
cannon into her womb. Steve thought that he was going
to pass out for a moment as the cum left his body.

The two of them crested from their high, gradually
returning back to earth. They were breathing heavily,
their hands wandering each other's bodies. They were
drenched in sweat, Steve's hair feeling like he had
come out of a shower.

Amanda was still clutching at him as they crested from
their orgasm. Steve's penis shrank inside of,
dribbling sperm into her body. He kissed her, his
penis still half hard in her teenage slit.

"Oh, god," Amanda said. "I don't believe we just did
it." She held him tight for a moment.

"Are you ok?" Steve was concerned, but was still
horney.

Amanda nodded. "I was um, going to wait 'till prom,
but that's ok." She wriggled her hips around his
penis. "But I liked it." She lowered her eyes a
moment, then lifted then as she felt his penis start
to harden again inside of her. "I liked it a lot," she
whispered as his growing cock filled her again. Her
tunnel filled with liquid as she started pushing her
hips at him, trying to stimulate her body with his
penis. Steve started fucking her back, the edge taken
off of him thanks to his own orgasm. The two of them
pushed their genetals together, relishing in the
feeling of their bodies. The orgasmed together again,
their naked bodies wrapped around each other.

After their second time, they cuddled for a few
minutes before Steve had to go. They kissed several
times at the front door of her home, her dressed in
only a robe, Steve's hands- both mental and real-
wandering over her body. He thought about fucking her
again, but it was late enough as it was.

"I'll see you Monday," he said as he left. A part of
him wanted to yell out at the loss of his virginity,
while another was worried about what his parents would
say for being out too late. For once, he decided it
didn't matter.


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