The Mentalist Chronicles ­ Part 5

By Buckaroo Bonzai

	Practice makes perfect. Never was that old chestnut 
truer than during the earliest days of my mental growth. The 
more I tapped into people's memories, the easier it became. 
The more I visited people's minds for a "live" encounter, 
the faster I was able to receive their sensory and mental 
input. And the more I tried to influence people to act a 
certain way, the better I became at it. 

	My experience bedding Jennifer, the cheerleader, had 
good and bad points. On the upside, I'd been able to fuck 
one of the most gorgeous girls in the whole school. The 
sight of her golden triangle wet with my cum still pops up 
every time I hear that name. On the downside, the need to 
make so many mental suggestions before and during our "date" 
had left me exhausted with a big, fat headache. In order to 
get the fullest enjoyment from my encounters, I'd have to 
simplify things a lot.

	You may be wondering what it feels like to have a 
suggestion put into your mind. (The paranoid among you might 
even now be blaming us for your bad decisions. Go ahead. But 
remember, there's a whole lot more of you than there are of 
us. So maybe, just maybe, you made that bad decision on your 
own.) Suppose you're driving along the same route you take 
to work every day. On the spur of the moment, you turn off 
onto another street, only to find your path delayed by a 
traffic back-up. "Why in the world did I do that?" you rage 
at yourself. You can't think of any possible reason why you 
would've left a perfectly clear path. You just do it. There 
doesn't seem to be a rational reason why. Of course, your 
mind is quick to provide explanations. You were bored with 
the old route. You wanted to get away from that erratic 
driver. You were blindly following the car in front of you. 
Just like your mind fills in details your eyes don't catch, 
it also fills in rationalizations for your actions.

	It's that ability that helped me simplify the 
suggestion process. I knew from my research at the mall that 
the mind needs very little fodder to create a 
rationalization for an action. Witness the number of people 
who claim they've been abducted by aliens and forced to have 
sex. (If you classify aliens as having superior mental 
capabilities, then, yes, the aliens are among you. But I 
don't know about any of us who are using the "alien" 
method.) Anyway, I surmised that to simplify things I only 
needed to supply the recipient with a bank of 
rationalizations for that person's mind to draw from. I 
would implant this bank into any person I needed to 
manipulate and be saved the rigors of devising individual 
back-up stories and suggestions for each person. 

	For instance, I would suggest that I could give my 
host something no one else can. The host's mind supplies the 
rest. For example, if she's a career woman, she might 
rationalize that I can help her get a better position in the 
company. If he's a police officer, he might believe that 
he's acting more sensitive by not giving me a ticket. I also 
suggest that I'm the only one who can provide this service, 
that I'm the best at it, that the recipient will receive the 
most pleasure from it, and that I offer a golden opportunity 
that can't be passed up. Most importantly, I make the person 
believe that they're not responsible for their actions. I 
make it easier for them to accept that it was just a spur of 
the moment thing, that they're in love, that it's fate, or 
whatever psychological crutch they like to use. Once this 
bank of rationalizations is in place, my hosts just go with 
the flow. And they'll do whatever I want.



	I had a good chance to test my theory on my friend 
Jessica LeFavre. Jess and I had gone on a couple of dates 
when she hit me with the dreaded "let's be friends" 
scenario. Since she played a prominent role in many of my 
fantasies, as well as having a good sense of humor, I agreed 
to her stipulation of friendship. But I never stopped 
wanting to get in her pants, especially after seeing her in 
a white bikini.

	Jess stood a little bit shorter than me and had a 
lithe, perpetually tanned body. Her tits were a little on 
the small side, which meant she never had to wear a bra. And 
since any stray breeze seemed to cause her nipples to 
harden, you can see why I was always looking for ways to 
sneak a peek down her top. Her longish legs had not a bit of 
fat on them, and they ended in a boyish butt that never 
failed to catch my eye. Bright green eyes framed a small 
pert nose, and her mouth, while a tad too wide, had full 
lips which promised sweet treats to whatever man was lucky 
enough to enjoy them. Best of all, Jess had long, silky 
brown hair, which flowed down to the middle of her back. I 
wanted to drown in that hair.

	Her single failing characteristic, as far as I was 
concerned, was her belief that she and I were better 
together as friends than as lovers. Though I joked, flirted 
and otherwise tried to maneuver her into a compromising 
position, she brushed it all off with a dismissive wave of 
her hand. She'd be a real test of my abilities.

	I set my plan into motion at the mall as we shared a 
bag of fries at lunch. It took only a few seconds to implant 
the bank of rationalizations in her mind; she didn't even 
pause in her story about how her sister's boyfriend had come 
on to her. I decided to strike quickly before she had any 
chance at all to question this new attitude toward me. 

	"Let's go to your house and fool around," I said to 
her, placing my hand on her knee. She didn't even hesitate 
in replying, "OK."

	I knew that her parents spent every warm weekend at 
their vacation home and that her sister wouldn't miss such a 
warm day at the beach. So we'd have the entire place to 
ourselves. On the ride over I kept up a steady stream of 
comments, flirting with her every second. I knew I had her 
hooked when I put my hand between  her thighs and she just 
squeezed them shut, holding my hand in place while giving me 
a smoky sensuous look.

	At her house we wasted no time snuggling up on the 
living room couch for some serious making out. I gave in 
totally to the sweet softness of her lips, letting the 
passion build until our tongues were dancing in each other's 
mouth. Occasionally I broke our embrace to taste the silky 
skin at the base of her neck, to measure her pulse with my 
lips, and to lick the lobe of her ears. She responded with 
full enthusiasm, kissing, nibbling and tasting my lips, face 
and neck. Soon, though, I grew distracted by the yummy body 
beneath my hands. When I fondled her breast through her 
shirt, she pressed hard against me, moaning her pleasure. 
When I traced the curves of her hips and waist, she twisted 
and rubbed against my pressure. When I squeezed her ass in 
appreciation, she locked her hands on my ass and whispered, 
"Fuck me."

	I didn't need any further encouragement. In seconds I 
had lifted her T-shirt over her head, finally revealing the 
tasty nips that had teased me for so long. They didn't 
disappoint, either, topping a pair of tits that protruded 
slightly upward, making it easy for a man to dip his head 
for a nice little suck. Beneath her jeans she wore simple 
white panties, the area between her legs slightly darker 
from her hot pussy juices. When I removed her panties I did 
so almost reverently, knowing that this would be a fuck 
unlike any other. Her dark patch was untrimmed but still 
short, leaving plenty of space for her pink slit to show 
through. 

	Once she was naked I shed my clothes quickly, before 
literally attacking her on the couch. I sucked her mouth, 
her tits, her waist and her thighs. My cock was stiffer than 
ever, and the pre-cum was leaving wet reminders of its 
presence all over her body. I suggested that we go to her 
bedroom, as I had another fantasy that I wanted to play out 
on that couch. She, of course, agreed. I had great fun 
chasing her naked body through the house, before finally 
catching her in the bedroom.

	"Go spread your legs for me Jess," I told her, nodding 
to her four-poster bed. With a wicked grin she bounced onto 
the bed, laying diagonally so that the footboard didn't 
interrupt my view of her inviting pussy. Gazing upon her 
like that, so open, so vulnerable, so sexy, I wanted to give 
her the best fuck of her young life. So I gave her an 
across-the-board mental pleasure boost. It was my first 
major mistake. 

	Of course, I didn't know it at the time. From what I 
could see, it'd been totally successful. Jess spread her 
legs even wider, a look of wanton lust on her face. With one 
hand she stroked her nipple, with the other she stroked her 
pussy lips. That was enough invitation for me. I jumped on 
top of her and thrust my cock straight between her cunt 
lips, ramming her until my bones bumped hers. Hot, slick and 
tight, her cunt was everything you'd expect a teen cunt to 
be. It encompassed me, and I could feel her tightening it 
even more, trying to bring as much of her into contact with 
me. 

	I fucked her hard for several minutes, not bothering 
with her tits or anything else. Her cunt tightened almost 
painfully and she orgasmed with a scream that sent thrills 
of pleasure up and down my spine. In the heat of the moment 
I gave her another jolt, bringing the nerve endings in her 
pussy up to their most sensitive point. Every stroke brought 
her a wave of pleasure, her orgasms were coming almost 
continuously. She was frantic against me, bucking and 
fucking on my rod like a wild woman. Her hair, once springy, 
now lay plastered against her sweat-soaked body. Her words 
were nearly incoherent, with odd phrases like, "Fuck. Yes. 
Noooo. Oooooooh, yessssss. Fuckit. Frig," barely audible 
above her ceaseless panting. 

	I gave myself a small boost of adrenaline too, wanting 
at least to match her ardor, but it wasn't nearly enough. 
Jess acted unlike any woman I'd ever even spied upon. She 
was beyond the ecstasy of a jungle fuck and on into a land 
where few women ever go. She bent her legs so far up and so 
far wide that she was literally bent double, allowing me to 
pound into her like a pile driver. Her pussy spasmed 
continuoulsy, creating a vise despite the fact that her 
juices were literally flowing out of her. Finally, my balls 
tightened and I spewed my steaming hot cum deep into her 
passage, stuffing it down with grand sweeps of my cock.

	But even that didn't halt the throes of pleasure 
devestating the woman beneath me. Every spurt of my cum, 
every eruption of seed set off a shuddering in her that 
started at the top of her head and finished at her thrashing 
feet. As I collapsed upon her I found myself faced with a 
nipple so hard it quivered. Licking it, Jess wailed again, 
bouncing beneath me so much that I felt as though the earth 
were shaking. She was, in a cliché, one live wire. And every 
touch set her off.

	A little alarmed now, I entered her mind and helped 
her body burn off the chemicals a little faster. Still, it 
took her several minutes to calm down as I held her in my 
arms. Finally, she turned to me and said, "That 
was...unbelievable." Then she reached down to my cock and 
began playing with it. Amazingly, this totally exhausted 
woman wanted to go again. That should've been my first clue 
that something was wrong.

	Of course, I ignored all the warning signs and thought 
only of myself. I'd always had one particularly erotic 
fantasy starring Jess, and this was my opportunity to bring 
it to life. Besides, one of the great things about being in 
control of your body's processes is that you can enhance 
your sexual recovery and staying power. So while it might 
take an average man 15 minutes to get ready again, it only 
took me a few minutes. Best of all, I could literally go on 
for hours, simply by suppressing the pain created by too 
much friction. Of course, at the end of a long session like 
that, my dick would be rubbed raw, and totally useless until 
it healed. But, of course, it was always worth it.

	Jess' fondling got me hard again in no time. And when 
she pulled my hand to feel her wet pussy, I knew she was 
ready, too. Time to put my plan into action.

	"Jess, you know what would really get me hard? A 
little fashion show. Downstairs. In the living room. How's 
that sound?"

	"And then we fuck?" she asked, wrapping her hand 
around my cock.

	Man, she was hot. "Yes," I replied, "And then we 
fuck."

	"OK," she said happily, bounding to her feet. I helped 
her pick out some outfits to wear, surprised by the amount 
of lingerie she had in her dresser. Obviously the tomboyish 
Jess was a flamethrower at night.

	I took my seat on the living room couch and waited for 
Jess to appear in the first outfit. I'd set up some ground 
rules for her. The outfits had to be seductive and 
revealing, but I didn't want them to show her nipples or 
cunt outright. She could dance to some music, give me a lap 
dance, pretend to be having sex, but could not strip unless 
I ordered it. When I found her in an outfit that really 
turned me on, I would take it off her.

	"And then we fuck?" she'd asked. "Yes," I'd replied, 
amazed at her new-found obsession. It certainly wasn't 
anything I'd tried to instill in her.

	The first outfit was a classic in white. A lacy bra 
that just revealed a hint of her boobs. A thin garter 
attached to thigh-high stockings. A white thong. And 
dazzling white high heels, which made her walk with her tits 
thrust out...a very appealing sight. As she danced around, I 
could tell she was trying very hard to seduce me. This 
obession with fucking was certainly having some excellent 
side benefits.

	Next up was a tight, blue fishnet teddy, virtually see 
through everywhere except between her legs and over her 
nipples. As she bent and twisted in this man-killer, I again 
admired the perfect shape of her ass. It made me feel good 
that I could, at any time, push aside the thin fabric and 
stuff my cock into her right up to the hilt. 

	While the simple bra and panties lacked drama, she 
almost got me to attack her when she wore nothing but a pair 
of black panties and an open button-down shirt. Her tits 
were dangerously close to being revealed, and although I'd 
already seen her pussy open and straining for me, something 
about this outfit recreated all the mystery. I've since 
found that this type of outfit has the same effect on most 
men.

	It was the next outfit that really got my attention. 
She'd evidently pulled it out from somewhere, because it 
hadn't been in the dresser that I'd gone through. Of a 
white, guazy, see-through material, the top had a strap that 
reached around her back under her tits, and one that reached 
around her neck. In between, the material served only as a 
sort of harness for her boobs, which I could clearly see. 
The skirt was of the same material, so short it barely hid 
the bottom of her ass. She wore no underwear, clearly 
flouting the rules I had set forth. 

	No harm, no foul I decided as I pulled her to me. I'd 
been stroking my cock during the entire show; now it was 
time to put it to good use. Just like in my fantasy, I lay 
down on the floor and invited Jess to mount me. As her hot 
cunt engulfed me, Jess wiggled atop me with pure delight. I 
watched as she removed the top of her outfit, revealing 
again those nips that I loved so much. The skirt had to stay 
on, though I lifted it often to watch my cock disappear into 
her pink slit. 

	Soon she was humping and fucking my rod like a cowboy, 
frantically pumping herself up and down. Though I enjoyed a 
good view of her tits bouncing, it was obvious that she 
wasn't getting the sensations she wanted. 

	"When are you going to fuck me with that big, fat cock 
of yours?" she pleaded, pulling up the skirt so I could see 
her cunt sliding down on my meat. 

	"As soon as you beg me for it," I replied flippantly.

	"Please, please fuck me," she begged, bending her head 
down close to mine. "Please give me your cock. Please. I'll 
do anything for it. Anything for you. Just make me your 
slut. Your fuck slut, that's what I'll be. Fuck me with your 
big, long cock and I'll be your slave. Please. Your whore 
slave. Just call me and I'll be your fuck slut. Please..."

	Frankly, I hadn't expected that. Who knew that she 
even knew or would use words like that. But it worked. The 
feeling of power turned me on so much that I immediately 
pushed her to the ground and plunged my cock into her steamy 
slit. I fucked her like an animal. Soon, though, it became 
apparent that Jess wasn't feeling it like I was. 

	"More, baby, more," she gasped to me, increasingly 
demanding. "Not enough. Not like last time. Give it to me 
hard. Make your fuck slut scream. Not like last time. I need 
more!"

	She wanted more? I gave it to her, opening her nerve 
endings to a greater level of pleasure. Immediately her face 
lit up and she grew more animated, thrashing around as 
though in the throes of rapture. We came simultaneously, 
each spurt of my cum sending her off into another wave of 
orgasm. She calmed down only after I pulled my flaccid cock 
from her still steamy cunt. When she bent her head to lick 
me clean, and continued to try and get me hard again, I 
finally realized that we had a problem.

	Obviously, Jess was addicted to fucking. And not just 
any fucking. She was addicted to the enhanced experience I 
gave her by boosting her chemicals and opening her nerve 
endings. I definitely hadn't been prepared for this 
situation. How could too much stimulation be bad for a 
person? Then it dawned on me. It was just the same as if I'd 
given her drugs. That's when I really started to feel bad, 
despite the fact that she was earnestly sucking on my cock 
at the time. I'd gotten Jess addicted. Now how was I going 
to fix this?


