"There was an old man of Natal,Who was lazily fucking a gal,Says she, 'You're a sluggard,'Said he, 'You be buggered,I like to fuck slowly, and shall.'"
A youthfull young paralyzed man who discovers his ability to use his mind.
#include "std_disclaimer.h"
All characters are fictionous and a figment of my imagination. Constructive e-mail is welcome. :-)
Being stuck in a wheelchair did not mean Sport was helpless. In fact, being disabled since birth had cultured and created a colourful and very interesting person. He was sixteen, an difficult age for some, a interesting age for others. Sport was a combination of both. His whole life had been a struggle, right from his difficult birth. So difficult that his mother died only seconds after he appeared. After that his father resented and mentally abused the young man, until they rarely ever saw each other.
This story is not about his disability, so much as his ability. An ability that he created wholly in his mind. Some may classify the boy as evil, or demented. And others will call him special and gifted. But in truth, Sport was only a desperate teenager that had discovered his "power" at an early age.
The "power" was his mind. Nothing else, just his mind. But it was a power that is uncontrollable, and so special that the young man never did learn to fully use it. It started at a early age, with the simple movement of telekinesis. A teddy bear that was out of reach, and no one in sight to help, he simply desired the toy so much that it suddenly jumped to his hand.
There were several other incidents that occurred. And until Sport's father discovered the boys "powers", it was simply a game like any other. But that one time was enough, the lad was beaten with the belt until sitting in his wheel chair was impossible. From that time forward, he only used his gift with discression.
After that he learned to use this power without the knowledge of others. Sometimes "listening" to minds or "projecting" his "eye" beyond the confines of his fathers house. Sport was also able to heal the body, healing a broken leg of a favourite dog. Though the ability to heal himself was always beyond his control. Not to say he could not do it. Rather, he felt that if he did it, he would loose this "power" that he had acquired. So to keep his abilities, he had to live with his legs being useless. There were many abilities that the lad had taught himself, many could be useful to society if the teenager had wished.
Though this story could be very verbose it the telling of all the lessons Sport had learned throughout his short life, rather it will tell about a few of the acts that he did and what drove him to them.
Traci happened to be Sports best friend.
She was also his nurse.
She had begun working for Sport's father, four years ago, when the boy was only twelve. And in those years spent so much time with the young man, that she had quickly grown upon him. They talked about everything, well except his power. She was the first female in Sports life that he felt affection for. She would come to his room, first thing in the morning, and help him get out of bed. She would fix his meals for him, watch tv with him, and even stroll with him through the park down the road.
Yet, Traci didn't notice the cold reaction she had received when she told her patient and friend that she was getting married. She was twenty-eight, and a very attractive woman. But for some selfish reason, Sport never considered that she might have a life outside his house without him. A few weeks went by, while the young man help back his emotions and feelings on the subject before he tried to use his powers.
She sat upon the couch watching tv with him, using a subtle mind link, Sport began to reach into her thoughts. At first he was worried that she would become aware of his attack, since he had never tried this with anyone before. Yet after he sent a telepathic suggestion to her, and monitored her thoughts for a few moments, did he realize his powers had worked.
Traci turned towards Sport and smiled with a pleasant and warm smile. Sat up, picked up the dishes then departed the family room. For a moment, the lad wondered if his attempt at altering her thoughts actually worked.
In fact when she returned to the family room, Sport spoke nonchalantly. "Are you wearing panties?" If his suggestion didn't work, then he would pass off his comment as a joke. Only her reply would tell him his power had worked.
"Yes I am." She stopped and stood in the doorway of the family room, a puzzled look upon her face.
Another test was in order. With a smile Sport ask her, "Would you take them off please?"
"Right here?"
"Yes."
Very calmly, Traci lifted the hem of her dress and reached underneath of her panties. But the movement froze Sport. His power over another human had worked. Not only had it worked but worked so effortlessly and easily that it had taken him by surprise. He watched as the cotton white panties were unceremoniously moving down the long slim legs.
What could he do now?
Sport had never thought beyond the simple suggestion to his nurse and best friend. The suggestion that all the emotion she felt for her fiancee be transported to him. And that he would support his every need. Initially it was to keep his friend by his side for years to come. The fact that the power had controlled her enough that he watched as she was taking his panties off for him.
The fact that she was a beautiful woman did not pass him by, it had only been a benefit to being friends. Being stuck in his chair did not render his teenage yearnings any less. Just frustrated him enough that he blamed his lack of a social life on his wheelchair and his disability. Of course he hated his lifeless legs, but not enough to heal himself. He liked his powers even more.
"Would you like them?" Traci startled him out of his thoughts, and was wearing a smile unknown to him. He had no answer to his mental thoughts and didn't reply. "Or would you rather I put them back on."
His answer slipped from him, "No." He reached out and she placed them in his palm, after stepping up to him.
Bending over to playfully kiss his nose she spoke, "Would you like me to wear any tomorrow?"
Her breath was warm upon his face, and he suddenly realized he had never kissed this woman before. Nor had she used the tone of voice she was now using upon him. Was this the way she spoke to her fiance?
"Please don't." He tried to hide his embarrassment unsuccessfully. "I like the idea of you..."
She kissed him again, and interrupted, finishing his sentence. "Being naked underneath my skirt?"
"Yes," he stuttered the next word, "naked."
She stood back up, "Well I never before imagined, but the idea of having my bottom bare near you excites me." She quickly turned before he had time to say anything, and left back to the kitchen.
Sport held the panties in his hand, and only realized that he actually had them. Feeling very naughty and excited, the teen spread the cotton briefs and studied every inch of the small undies. His heart beat so fast that he didn't even noticed a pleased Traci looking at him around the corner.
For a week, no hint of what had transpired that eventful day had crept into conversation. Traci did non-challauntly tell him her proposed marriage with her fiancee was over. For good. And besides her adoring smile at him and her panties under his pillow, he would not have believed his luck.
He didn't use his powers with her over that time, but instead practiced upon the young girl that lived across the street. Directly across from his window, in fact. After the initial use of his power upon another individual, using it on another person became even easier.
Her name was Claudia. And ever since Sport can remember she had always made fun of him. She was a cute fifteen-year old, that would sometimes strip down to her panties and bra before her window, frustrating the disabled young man, before again dropping the shades.
Well it happened three nights after "that" day with Traci, Claudia began her little strip tease and dance before the open window. Sitting up in his bed, in his darkened room, Sport sat frustrated and mad. Hatred and even desire ran through his veins. Why did she sometimes do this to him? Obviously she danced before the open window sometimes looking directly across into the darkened window across from her bedroom. Once, she even poked fun at him, saying he was a "dirty cripple" that would watch her through her window. She was right, he watched her, but she was the one that initiated the encounter.
This time when she wiggled her slim hips around her cluttered bedroom, Sport attempted to control her body. At first he wasn't able to do it. Then he suddenly felt within his mind, a psychic touch with her physical body. As he watched, he saw the shock upon her face as she suddenly stood before her window dressed in her favourite dancing clothes, panties and training bra. Knowing that her body was not following what she willed it to do. It was under control of the "dirty cripple" across the street. Of course she didn't know that.
Across the divide that separated them, Sport moved the girls arms and hands until Claudia began to undo the bra strap behind her. Soon the ugly undergarment feel from her shoulders exposing her pointy teenage breasts.
Sport didn't stop there. He moved her hands to her almost-boyish hips and began to push down her panties. It was the first time the young man had seen so much of a woman's body. And when the girl moved her panties past her hips, he saw the hairless crack of her sex. Of course he knew how a woman was built, but had never had the pleasure of seeing just how beautiful a sight it actually was.
Claudia stood again after she stepped out of her panties. Terror written on her face, as Sport forced her legs apart slightly. He forced her to stand perfectly still as he enjoyed the visual sight of her body. She had curly brown hair, long slim limbs and hips, small almost nonexistent breasts with pointy dark pink nipples toping each. But the sight that he enjoyed the most was the dark crack of her vagina. It started high up on that delightful mound and disappeared between her legs.
The scared teen turned slowly until her back was facing the window and stood still. Sport saw the round firm buttocks and lean almost boyish back. Her arms were holding her hair to the top of her head.
He was about to force her to again face him when a knock upon the door startled him. It broke the mental contact he had with Claudia's body. And she disappeared behind he wall and then the light was turned off.
"Are you awake Sport?" It was Esmerelda middle-aged woman that lived and worked for his father taking care of the house. She only wanted to know if he wanted anything before she retired to bed? He hide the bulge between his legs and told her he wanted nothing.
It was one of the few times his father ate supper with his only son. And even that was a chore, since he actually read his paper between mouthfulls and ignored the young man completely. Sport sat beside his nurse, Traci, and accross from him was Esmerelda. Betty, the cook, served the meal then sat at the opposite end of the table from the head.
Usually, it was a pleasant and delightfull time of the day for Sport. Sitting with the three hired women of the household, talking and laughing. Yet with the older man in attendance, conversation was lacking. In fact it was almost quiet, except for the polite small-talk that was necessary at the table.
Yet for the young man it would be a different experience for him than any other meal. Today he had decided to find out if Traci was wearing any panties under her usually loose skirt. Actually he was prepared to investigate that fact earlier that day, but his fathers appearance had stole that idea quickly away. Not leaving him with any time to put his desire into action. Also with the completion of the meal, Traci would be leaving for home and the teens discovery would have to wait another day.
Sport was so excited at the idea that his body sometimes shook with adrenaline and contained energy. Thankfully no one noticed. His pent up desires forced his actions during that meal. He also wondered if his earlier suggestion to his nurse was still in effect.
Under the table, Sport placed his hand upon the knee of his pretty nurse. He froze and quickly glanced at everyone at the table, except Traci, to see if they noticed anything. He left his small hand in that place for several minutes, waiting to see if Traci discuraged his advances. Nothing.
With the tips of the same hand, he lifted the loose skirt up under his hand, between his palm and her knee. He took a mouthfull of potatos then quickly moved his hand onto the now-naked flesh of the pretty woman sitting next to him. The unfamiliar feel of female flesh was somehow wonderfull and scary at the same time. He held her leg an inch below her knee cap. Traci still didn't react, but continued to slowly eat, with only a small smile upon her face to reveal any emotion at all.
With the hand trembling, he slide it up the soft smooth flesh. Inch by inch, very slowly he moved upwards. Always expecting her to stop his advance at any second, and prayed she didn't. In fact she didn't stop him at all, nor did she help him.
His fingers felt the soft yelding flesh of her inner thigh as he continued to move upwards. Sport felt the opposite thigh hinder his advance any further and he finally pulled his hand from her warm flesh. Traci's skirt was about her upper legs and must be exposing her long naked legs beneath the table. Sport wished he could view them, as he had witnessed them a week before as she pulled her panties from beneath her skirt. His hand moved to the leg farthest from him and gently pressed on the inside of her knee forcing her legs to spread.
Again she didn't help nor hinder him.
Then he pulled the first leg towards him, knowing her long slim legs were widely spread in a vee beneath the table. He returned to his position upon her upper leg, his fingers discovering the flesh of her upper thigh. There was was moist heat in that area, and at first it troubled his young virgin mind.
Only when he resolved to complete his voyage, did he discover the cause of the warmth upon her delightfull flesh. The first thing he felt when he reached the area between her thighs was a thick curly bush, moist and warm. It was easily parted for his fingers to come into contact with the wet hot folds of her crack. At first only the tips of his fingers touched her crack, moving up and down the slimy channel. He discovered the hard bud at the top of the crevice and the sloppy wet hole at the bottom.
In fact, Sport was surprised when his middle finger was enveloped into her wet vaginal hole up to the third knuckle. Quickly he looked to the face of his nurse to see her gently bitting the bottom of her lip and staring at her plate. He pulled the sunken finger from her inside her body, and rubbed the thick wet substance that covered it upon her warm soft thighs. He again returned to her crack and playfully slide his fingers and palm back and forth along the length of her crack.
Traci only moved once, when he again touched that hard bud at the top of her slit and wiggled it playfully. She shivered visibly, her bottom especially aggitated upon the chair and his fingers. Fearfull that someone may see the effect that his nurse was showing from his advances, he left that hard enlarged bud alone. And returned to the comforting hole at the bottom of her vagina. Using two fingers began a slow in out motion and continued this until his father placed the paper onto the table, showing that the meal was over.
Supper was over, as was the secret play that Sport had enjoyed with his nurse. Betty returned to the kitchen. Esmerelda and Traci helped by taking the dishes out to be cleaned. Once when Traci was returning for another load, she caught her charge smelling and tentavily licking his fingers. Embarrased they both turned red and returned to the usually after-supper duties.
Being seperated from the general populance did not mean the young man was ignorant of the facts of life, in particular woman. He knew why she had been wet between her legs, and even the reason why she had wiggled her bottom so delightfully.
That evening, the same night when he had first touched his nurse beneath the kitchen table, Sport lay in his bed wondering about the events that had transpired. It was still early in the evening, but he had given the excuse of eating too much at dinner, that getting away was easily accomplished.
Once, minutes after supper, Sport had seen the shine of moisture on the inside ankle of his nurse. The skirt hem ending about a foot from her ankle hindered his sight to that one instant. But he realized that the moisture that he had discovered between her legs was now moving down her long legs. Especially without panties to hold back the tide.
Without even knowing it, the pubescent teenager made a mental contact with his nurse. He realized it when he "heard" her voice in his head as she was talking about fingers. Traci was home, and alone by the thoughts she projected. It did not take the lad long before he discovered that his beautiful nurse was masturbating to the thoughts of him.
Masturbation was a release that he rarely endulged in, leaving him feeling uncontent. But now as he "listened" to Traci, his hands strolled down to his hard penis beneath his pyjama bottoms.
She went over the events of supper time, with inturruptions of feelings what she was undergoing beneath her own fingers. Sometimes she would remember a moment in the past when she touched him or he looked at her. Imagining situations when she indulged in innocent and spuratic teasing. She would return to the images of supper time and the feel of his fingers upon her sex and the electric thrills it sent through her. She remembered the sound of his voice as he asked her to take her panties off. And the sound of her own when she told him that the idea of her naked bottom around him excited her.
A flood of her image voice came to him, even with the miles that seperated them. And as he "listened", his own hands manipulated his hard cock. When Traci's own orgasm exploded in her mind, with a flood of sexual and confusing images, Sport also released his seed.
Minutes after their mutual release Sport sent images of love and desire to his nurse. Across the miles that seperated them, Traci fell asleep her hands still between her legs as she thought of her love for her charge.