That evening, I drove Kathleen and Bobby to where Bobby's father lived. The apartment building was nicer than the one we had just left, and I wondered exactly how a newly graduated college student could afford such a place. It was filled with young 'yuppie' couples, a surprisingly large amount of them being young gay men.

But the floor Josh's apartment was on appeared to be one of the straight floors, and I found his mind concentrating on a task that confirmed his sexual status was still strictly heterosexual.

When no one answered our ringing of their door bell, I had to motivate Josh very strongly to answer the door. In fact, I was taken by surprise when I found him taking way too long to answer the door just to discover that he had turned around halfway to the door and went back to his fucking.

Bobby started to fuss very loudly as I made Josh leave his bedroom, then just before Josh started to unlock the door, Kathleen started trying to talk me out of the whole thing, and even ran down the hall when the door started to open. And the instant I let go of my lock on Josh's mind to stop the other two from leaving the floor, the door slammed shut and I heard the locks being reset.

"What the fuck?" I said to myself.

It was almost as if something was pushing Kathleen and Bobby away, while pulling Josh back to his fucking. I felt as if I was reeling all three of them in, then had to hold the tension on the line as we waited for Josh to again undo the locks.

Finally, the door opened three inches and halted, giving Bobby his first glimpse of his father. Now that I think of it, the view of his tented boxers was very fitting for Bobby's first impression of his pop.

His sweat covered body, heavy breathing, and pulsing cock straining against the thin fabric of his slightly wet boxer shorts shocked both myself and Kathleen speechless. But just as Josh said "What do you," Bobby looked up at his face and posed the question "Daddy?"

Josh's somewhat unfocused eyes seemed to clear instantly as he suddenly knew who two of the three people before him were. A long forgotten one night stand, and...

Before he could even finish the thought, Josh was flooded with the need to return to his girlfriend. His eyes fogged up as quickly as they had cleared, and again the door slammed shut.

I whirled around when I noticed my two companions were quickly moving back down the hall, almost as if they were fleeing. I was about to reach out an stop them again when I suddenly noticed the small deflections against my mental shielding. The commands were so faint that I hadn't noticed their presence until that moment.

I froze as the conception formed that I had almost unknowingly interfered with another telepath who apparently knew what they were doing. But when the commands stopped and I didn't feel any attempts to probe my thoughts as I had anticipated, I dared to risk sending out my own little probe.

Teresa Barns, a twenty-one year old high school drop out, was as ignorant of the true nature of her 'magic' as Mr Samson had been of his. Where Mr. Samson had thought he could hypnotize practically anyone if he concentrated enough while staring at his victim with his goofy look, Teresa believed she was some sort of sexual witch, and that her power was fueled by sex.

Teresa grew up in a very poor neighborhood, the daughter of an unmarried and out of work woman who in Teresa's mind supported herself by having more kids. She had been raped by one of her older brothers at the age of nine, but when that same brother gave her first orgasm at the age of thirteen, her views of how males could make her feel changed drastically.

Teresa had made a name for herself at her high school as being the easiest girl in the state. While she resented the title, she consciously felt it was true too. The joy of having a cock in her pussy drive her to an orgasm had became an obsession, and she had nearly thrown herself at almost every guy she thought would be a good fuck. But her orgasms had become less frequent and powerful until they stopped all together nearly two years after that very first one.

Teresa had become so desperate for another orgasm, guys only had to glance at the janitor's closet she used as her private fuck parlor to have her to offer herself for their cock's pleasure. She had to fuck all five janitors on a weekly basis to keep her parlor, but at that point it was just another drop in the ocean.

Just before her sixteenth birthday, Teresa was giving a special welcome to a new student to the school. The senior was no virgin, and she hoped he had the endurance to make her cum. But as she first felt the beginnings of an orgasm, he blew his load and then slowed down to stop.

Teresa's desperation peaked at that moment, and suddenly Teresa found herself being fucked like never before. Her orgasm began forming again, building in size and energy as the massive senior pumped his cock deeper and harder than anyone had before. And after it finally exploded into the greatest orgasm she had ever felt, Teresa instantly desired to feel it again.

But that didn't happen until two days later when one of her neighbors had heard of her reputation and had invited her over to his place. Teresa wasn't very sure of whether it was safe or not, but one look at the bulge of his crotch made up her mind for her.

He actually showed her around his place, and Teresa was fairly impressed. His apartment was probably the nicest in the building, and even had working air conditioning. The last room he showed her was of course his bedroom, and there wasn't any further discussion before they were nude on the bed humping away.

And just like last time, Teresa had just begun to feel what would grow to be an orgasm when he blew. Before he had a chance to slow down, Teresa's desperation flared and she again found herself being fucked with incredible energy. Her orgasm was as good as the last, and she knew she had done something to obtain it. It took her four weeks of fucking her neighbor after school and over the weekends to finally get a grasp of her power.

On her sixteenth birthday, Teresa quit school and moved into his nicer apartment. She practiced her new found abilities on him and a few others in the building, and found she needed a fresh fuck to keep her powers sharp. Actually, I believe she simply got bored with the guy she lived with because I couldn't find any real cause for her powers to dull except psychological.

After hopping from apartment to apartment, Teresa finally realized she didn't have to live in that run down building. Ever since then, she had been working her way up in the world by finding a guy with a nicer income and apartment to live with.

Josh apparently had matured considerably since Kathleen had last known him. He had excelled in college, and now had a very good job as a mechanical engineer, and there was no doubt in my mind that for Bobby's sake, Teresa had to move on.

Since I had the car keys, I knew Kathleen couldn't really go anywhere without using public transportation. And seeing she had locked her purse up in my car, I didn't worry about them as I turned the unlocked door knob and entered the apartment.

Seeing the half emptied boxes laying around the room, I realized Josh had only just moved in. Or I should say Josh and Teresa had, for I noted many of the items were obviously hers and not his. Their moans from the bedroom to my right gave me woody, and my dick almost jerked itself out of my pants when I first saw them.

And smelled them. My nose was blasted by the odor of sex as Josh's well muscled body pumped his larger than average cock into the black woman's cunt. Just from the odor I could tell they had been going for over an hour.

Teresa was in a state of deep mental concentration and physical relaxation while Josh steadily pumped in and out like a well oiled machine. Machine was a very good term for him. He hovered effortlessly over her, all his weight on his toes and hands as he flexed his body in his fucking motions. His entire body was muscular beyond just someone who worked out, and his dark skin glistened with only a light coat of sweat while he almost mindlessly kept his steady pace.

Teresa had met him at his graduation party almost a year before. Before the party had ended, she had decided he would be her next provider, and the next day began working on making him fall hopelessly in love with her. Her last provider had spent every night for nearly two weeks fucking her like Josh was doing in front of me, powering her abilities to alter and control others.

The day Teresa showed up at his door, Josh immediately offered her his soul which she accepted. But to my surprise, Teresa hadn't used her powers for her own gains apart from obtaining a free meal ticket and upgrading her accommodations. In fact, at the time I was standing there with my dick in my hand, her mind was working on helping a man she just had met get over his drinking habit and go back to his wife and two year old daughter.

I found Teresa had out grown her adolescent need for sex, and at one time had become so bored with it, she had released her five enslaved men and went on a little soul searching. After visiting the church she had gone to as a child, she found herself wishing to aid the many people who came there for help. So she decided to do just that, and at the age of nineteen, she became a guardian angel of sorts.

To add to my newly formed troubles about breaking them up, I found she had formed genuine feelings for Josh. Josh's own love had been forced upon him, but I still felt he might have freely loved her if given the chance. She wasn't a bad woman, and his body had long ago stopped aching from the long hours of fucking like that.

And to be honest, Josh would have never done so well at his job, or at least so quickly if Teresa hadn't been pushing him to stretch his own abilities at work. He was doing the work of two men in two-thirds the time it would take them, and felt absolutely no stress about it, especially since he went home every day and spent four hours having sex with his woman. While Josh had that ability all along, he would have never attempted to do two men's work without being driven by Teresa's will.

So, I decided I would have to wait and see her reaction to Josh having a son to help support before worrying about making her leave or not.

I was startled when they both started moaning again, and saw she was in the middle of focusing her mind on another task. I had just put my dick back in my pants, but got it back out again as Teresa actively returned his humps.

But then as quickly as they started, they stopped their exchanging of moans, and I felt her mind working on making a boy never wanting to have a father, and I almost yipped when I realized it was Bobby.

"Hey! Stop that!" I said out loud.

Teresa's eyes snapped open and looked at me with surprise. I realized just then that she didn't really have any real control over her powers. She would will things to happen, and her subconscious would figure out how to do it. But she never had felt another person's mind or had even considered using it as a way to find something out. In other words, she had learned about Bobby's existence because Josh had told her before he slipped into his fucking trance. When she had wished for the people at the door to go away, she had no idea someone hadn't complied with her wishes.

Josh began pumping harder, and I felt her attempting to take my mind to protect herself. I was surprised to find the strength of her power increasing as Josh increased his speed.

"I wouldn't bother. Josh will run out of steam before you could possibly have a chance at penetrating my mind. My name's Tim, and I'm a friend of that boy you were trying to make hate his father."

"I wasn't making him hate anyone," she said in a surprisingly deep but distinctively female voice.

"Sorry," I said, feeling a little relief as Josh slowed down. "Bad choice of words. But you know it wasn't right to do that. A minute ago I didn't think you could do such a thing."

Even though I was a stranger to her, my words triggered an apologetic expression one would expect to see on a child's face who had just got caught doing something they knew they shouldn't by their mother.

Josh lowered his not all that tired body on top of hers and began kissing her neck, continuing to hump, but in a more conventional manner.

"I'm sorry," she said with sincerity. But most of that sincerity was lost as her hands started feeling his sweaty back and ass, then her mouth opened to suck on his sweaty shoulder. But as she allowed his orgasm to build, she never took her eyes off me.

"Down boy," I told my dick. I knew she was attempting to cloud my mind so she could perhaps seduce me if she needed to. I was even tempted to allow her to try, but I wanted to get home sometime this week, and knew Bobby was starting to get crabby on Kathleen.

But then I had a perverted idea that wouldn't hurt anything to try. I took my rehardening dick out and walked up to the edge of the bed. Since she thought she was winning, she quickly took it in her hand. But the moment she did so, she felt my magic touch through her skin and found herself unable to let go for the pleasure.

As her eyes glazed over and moved their stare to the cock in her hand, she knew she had lost the battle. And when she found herself unable to resist the urge to take it in her mouth, she had a moment's concern that she had lost more than just one battle.

Her lips trembled before they wrapped themselves around their first cock in over three years. Her head hung upside down over the bed, taking my dick into her hot wet mouth while Josh continued fucking her cunt. I linked our orgasms together, then brought Teresa's orgasmic threshold down to a more normal level and permanently fixed it there. After all the sex she had performed attempting to cross her ever-rising threshold, I don't believe even my magic touch could have stimulated her enough to reach that high state of arousal.

When her hands grabbed my ass to pull me further into her mouth, I waited for her signal before trying a little mouth fucking.

I had never done it like that before. Brad and Sandi did it all the time, probably because that had been the way they had done it their first time. I had always felt it was a bit dangerous with their neck taking on so much stress, but Teresa wasn't about to call Josh off so she could move into a upright position, and it did feel pretty good to me.

All right, so I let myself enjoy it little bit more that I probably should have. And when I saw her left breast out in the open like that, I just had to taste it. I bent down to suckle at its nipple, but then Teresa suddenly pushed me in all the way and held me there, thinking I was about to cum.

Because our orgasms were linked, the combination of my lips on her tit and her throat swallowing my cock's head, we did cum. But she hadn't expected she would cum with us.

In the middle of our orgasm, Teresa gagged from trying to scream her pleasure, so I managed to pull my spurting cock out of her mouth. Her hands grabbed it too late to save any of my remaining spunk, but Josh's and her own orgasm lasted for a few moments longer.

Her old habits came back to her as soon as her mind cleared a bit. She was slobbering on my deflating cock trying to work me back up to get another orgasm from me and herself.

I knew my dick didn't have it in him to go for another round without the drink, but when she had successfully revived my hardon, I decided to use it to build her frustration back up, then cut her a deal.

Josh was out cold as I teased her nipples and neck with my finger's magic touch. Her sucking and mmming sounds were getting me stirred up again, then she suddenly pushed me back and struggled to pull herself from under Josh's sleeping body.

She reared her ass up in the air, then in the deepest, sexiest, huskiest voice I've ever heard, she said, "Fuck me."

I hadn't considered having to resist her incredibly sexy ass like that. It took every bit of will power to say, "Blup."

"What?" she said in a desperate voice.

I asked myself the same question, but then all I could think to say was, "Blup," again.

"Fuck ME!" she said, spreading her legs a little more so I could see the bright pink insides of her pussy.

By that time I had gained enough control to say, "Nope," then pulled my pants up while struggling towards the door.

She dashed in front of me and blocked the door with her nude body.

"What do you mean, nope!?!" she said with her deep sexy voice.

"I mean, no, I won't fuck you. Took you longer than I expected to realize you could have used your orgasm to break through my shield. It wouldn't have worked anyway."

She suddenly shoved me to the floor with herself on top of me, sucking my neck and quickly undoing my pants. When my dick expanded to full hardness, she licked her way up to my ear and said, "Are you sure of that?"

"Down boy," I said. I watched the frustration grow on her face as my cock shriveled up, but then had to adjust my command set to relieve the discomfort of having too little blood down there. I kind of over did it.

She looked at my amused face, then threw herself off of me in a huff.

"What do you want from me?" she said with disgust in her voice.

"Nothing you can't replace. Bobby needs his father, and his mother needs someone who can support him while she goes to college like she always wanted. And thanks to you, Josh can easily afford to do that. But not while he has to support you too."

"I'm not goin' give this bitch my man just so she can fucken go to 'college'" she said with a growing anger. She had already found pair of panties in the cluttered room to put on, and when she spotted her box of bras, she pulled one out to put on while she said "Whad she gonna give me that's worth busting my ass while I don't have a man or a place to stay?"

"She's not going to give you anything. But I'll give you something better than she or Josh could ever offer you."

"And what's that? Your white dick up my ass?" she sneered as she pulled on the pair of tight jeans she had grabbed from a suitcase.

I hopped over a few boxes to get close enough to touch her, and when she moved to defend herself, I held up my hands to show her I meant no harm.

"Just this," I said holding out my right index finger and slowly moved it closer to her nose. She jerked her head away from it twice just before it made contact, fearing I was about to trick her somehow. But when her eyes glanced at my face, I captured them with my own, and formed a empathic connection to relay my intentions to do her no harm.

When my finger touched her nose, she felt it tingle with pleasure that began spreading to every nerve in her body. She wobbled three times before I helped her down to the floor, then her eyes shut tight and her mouth released a lovely deep moan. I sat on the floor next to her while she wiggled and gasped from the orgasm flowing through her body.

Teresa had always pushed her orgasms, wanting to increase the intensity of pleasure by compacting it into one powerful burst. She had never before felt what a slowly built up orgasm felt like, and as she reached the peak of her ecstasy, I knew she wouldn't refuse my offer.

Ten minutes later, Josh was getting dressed, feeling very nervous about meeting his son. Teresa and I tried to clean up the room a little before Kathleen and Bobby arrived, and did a pretty good job of it in the few minutes we had.

As agreed, Teresa left a minute before Kathleen and Bobby rang the doorbell. She wouldn't come back until after we left, and I had given her two weeks to find herself a new home and move out. While Josh answered the door, I finished editing Teresa's unconscious programming of his mind, finding that the commands had been nice and simple and very efficient. Actually, the only thing I really did was make her forced love expire at the end of two weeks. The rest I figured was fine as it was.

I was there for an hour listening to two strangers catch up on old times, and I guess Josh took pity on me. He offered to drive them home if I wanted to take off, and I probably agreed a little too easy. But Kathleen gave me a nice thank you kiss, and then sweet Bobby got upset because I was leaving.

But I suppose my favorite thank you was from Teresa. After I had brought up Kathleen's things from my car, I found Teresa sitting in the passenger seat.

"Uhm, you need a lift or something?" I asked as I got in.

She said in her deep womanly voice, "You forget we had a deal. There's something you haven't to given me."

"What's that?" I said frowning.

"Your white dick up my ass," she said putting the seat back.

Let's just say that after fucking her lovely brown butt, I grabbed the bottle of remaining drink and gulped it down to have another go. There is nothing like a good Hershey, and once I got past the wrapper, I found a golden heart at the center of a lot of sweet and tasty goodness.

(I hope no one took offence to the portrayal of Teresa or Josh. There was no intention of any disrespect or negativity towards anybody. Racism sucks. If you're so pathetic to disagree, wake up. We all have to live on this planet, and it's that kind of ignorance that wars are started and fought over.)