REVENGE OF THE NERD

MC , MF , Mf

   “Morning Di, haven’t seen you since what high school, right? Seem like only yesterday doesn’t it?” I wandered into her house while she just stood there. She was still thin, and blonde, and stacked. The young teen girl in the other room looked to be a carbon copy of her in a few years. My plan was working so far. Not that I ever had any doubts about it. Still it’s nice to have things go according to plan. Perhaps I should explain. 
   I was a nerd in school, only a few friends [ most of them as big a losers as I was] and I got picked on a lot. Sound familiar? Every school has kids like that. Anyway Di was one of the golden girls, cheerleader, class treasurer, student council, the whole thing. Her boyfriend [husband now] was the male version of her. Ever notice how some people who have it all need to still kick around those less favored by fate? Well Di was very good at it. Hence my being here.  After graduation I said the hell with it and joined the army. Turned out I was good at it too. Ended up in the Special Forces. Of course they were taking anybody with the guts to make it in because of the war. What war you ask? The well know  SE Asian War Games, the Nam, the war to stop the dominos. I spent most of my year in an A team up in the mountains. Then just as I was getting short the company [read CI fuckin A] asked to borrow me for a while. It sounded like fun so I extended for six months and went native. Ended up a an advisor to a ‘yard tribe way back of beyond. 
   Now the ‘yards were the first people to live in the area but had been pushed back into the jungle by latter settlers. Live real primitive but have a lot of knowledge, stuff outsiders never hear about. Not to brag but we were able to kick some serious commie ass. I mean those ‘yards were some bad mother fuckers to mix with in their jungle. Mr. Charles soon learned to leave us alone. So there I was, the only white man for a long ways, had a pretty girl to keep house for me [ and other pleasures too] but not much to do. We had the area so quiet the spooks asked me to sort of make it permanent. I had no problem as long as I could do things my way so what the hell I stayed. Led to interesting things.
   In ‘yard society there were three important people, the chief, the eldest woman still functioning and the shaman. There were others like the war chief [me at the time] and those on the council. I got to know the shaman real well [it was his daughter sleeping with me] and somehow I ended up as his apprentice. Most of what he taught me was basically worthless outside of the jungle. Most of it but not all. I learned one art that I use to this day. I’m maybe the only non ‘yard that was ever told about much less taught the art of nuk-ab-di. The words are meaningless even in their language and there is no translation for the name. I believe it is left over from some dead tongue. Not important anyway.
    Nuk-ab-di is the art of controlling another person’s thoughts and actions. I could teach it but I can’t explain it with words. Within a couple of hundred feet I can literally take over your thoughts and make you do anything at all. There are limits on how many people I can control at once however. I can take one or two people under complete control or I can influence up to maybe twenty if all I want to do is something simple. In-between it sort of slides. I’ve managed to get quite rich with it and I have a very successful security and “research” business. Think about it, I can make anybody tell me anything. Ever been to a big game where a star player just does something that loses the game against all the odds? Maybe I was in the stands and had money riding on the underdogs.  
    But enough about something you do not believe in anyway. The three of us were having a very nice talk. You know about school and all that crap. To a person listening in it would have sounded like two old friends reliving old times with a kid listening in and asking the odd question from time to time. However while we were talking I had the kid doing a very nice strip tease dance. She was damn good looking too. Nice tits, not too big yet but with that perky bounce only the young have. Cute little bush [blonde] over a pussy that was still just a slit in her smooth skin. By the time she was done with the dance I had her mom talking about her sex life from the first kiss until present. Turned out she was not the hot momma everyone had thought. Had never had an orgasm except from doing herself. Hubby was a wham bam thank you ma’am type. Kind of funny to think about it. She had driven the boys nuts in school with her cock teasing ways and now she’s the one that needs and wants without relief. 
    It didn’t take long before we all were naked. The teen and I sat and watched as mom played with some toys I brought with me. I also got to enjoy the soft smooth skin covering her young body, all the skin, inside too. Di still had a nice rack even if it did droop a bit. She was fuller in the butt than I remembered but  knew I would enjoy her just fine when the time came. I let Di keep on playing but had her watch as I took her daughter’s cherry. From that point on the girl just went crazy with passion. I made sure she enjoyed everything. I took her cherry, I came in her mouth, and I butt fucked her. The spray in her cute little ass actually knocked her out as I came. I finished cumming in the warm hole before pulling out and letting her sleep it off. Mom got to lick me clean [I had no intention of kissing the bitch anyway] while I just fulfilled my long held fantasies of playing with her body. I never liked her but I always wanted her. Now she was mine.   
    Her cleaning became a pretty good blow job that soon had me hard once more. I made myself wait. Instead of just jumping on and fucking her I got to stick other things inside her. I did not force the passion on either one of them. All I did was remove any reservations they had so they could let their bodies take over. Turned out Di loved anything that vibrated stuck anywhere and two was a lot better than one. When I did plug into her she was a wet mess with a vibrating butt plug in her asshole. Damn near fell in. Anyway she just plain went goofy on me. I just held on and let her work. I sensed she was nearing her first ever fucking orgasm and timed mine to hers. Thought I was going to be deaf in my left ear from her screams. Thank god there were no close neighbors, we’d have had the cops there for sure. 
    Once more I got cleaned off by a pair of lips [daughter’s this time, she’d come to and had caught the last part of the show] while we both caught our breaths. I really needed a break by now so I had them play with each other. Nothing like a mother daughter sex show to raise the dead. They both came as they sixty nined but it only spurred them on. Since mom was on top I knelt behind her as they started up again. Her ass was just as tight as the kids and I popped into it accompanied by a little squeal of surprise from Di as her virgin asshole was violated. Even with all the exercise I’d already had the feel of being in her butt and the sight of the two bodies below me as they writhed in passion soon had me going like a teenager. Too bad I was a bit short on cum to bathe her with but one cannot have everything. Still there was enough to give her one last bog “O”. 
    I managed to get most of it on tape even though I had to wear a mask. You never know when something like that might come in handy. And I said one last big O because I was not quite done getting even. I can leave commands that will last as long as I wish them to. I figured I’d leave some troubles behind me for them. First I allowed them to remember what had happened as a very vivid dream, one so real they would always wonder if it had been real or not. Second, I basically turned the daughter into a slut. She became so desperate for another orgasm she’d fuck anybody, male of female, black, white or green, horse or dog. She had already become just as big a tease as her mother so I figured it was time she delivered on the promises. Last, I made Di just as needy but took away her ability to achieve the orgasms she wanted so badly.  I could just see her driving hubby crazy in bed at night. She would no longer accept his quickies as good enough but his best efforts would still fall short. 
    I foresaw lots of fireworks. Affairs with both men and women, lots of masturbation both alone and in company, and maybe even incest. Should be interesting. I did feel guilty about the kid though. After all it’s not her fault she had assholes for parents. Maybe I would stop by for a visit sometime in the future. You know, check on just how things worked out and maybe to straighten her out. Maybe.