The Mentalist Chronicles ­ Part 6

By Buckaroo Bonzai

	I have no excuse. Even now, nearly 20 years later, I 
realize that my actions during much of my life have been 
irresponsible. Immature. And in some cases, downright 
inhumane. After many years of introspection, I can do no 
more than to take responsibility for my past. There's a 
saying that "Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts 
absolutely." My life for the past 15 years has been a case 
study in the proof of that.

	The thing is, I'm not sure that the inexperience of 
youth is an adequate way to explain my behavior. If, for 
instance, you were a teenage boy with the power to have sex 
with literally any woman, you'd probably pounce on the idea. 
If you were a man in your 20's with the power to amass a 
great fortune, you probably would. If you were a man in your 
30's with the power to make your life easier, you'd do that 
too. The point is, where absolute, untraceable power is 
available, the ends will justify the means. Until, that is, 
you look back on your life with an unvarnished eye. But it 
took a lot of lessons to erase the rose coloring from my 
glasses.

	My first summer with enhanced mental powers can best 
be described as an orgiastic gluttony of self-indulgence 
that reached mythic proportions. If it swung its ass, had 
tits and could spread its legs, I fucked it. At first I just 
tried out some of the girls in the neighborhood, showing up 
on their doorstep first thing in the morning. After sampling 
their pleasures all day, I'd leave them in the afternoon, 
well-fucked and exhausted. That lost its appeal quickly, as 
most of the girls in my neighborhood were dogs. Instead, I 
started hanging out at the beach. With their tiny bikinis 
just barely restraining their soft flesh, the girls were 
just about begging to be taken. But, have you ever tried to 
find someplace private to fuck at a crowded beach? Even 
fucking in the car can leave you open to discovery, not to 
mention how uncomfortable it is. 

	I finally ended up at the mall. No other venue gave me 
such a wide variety of women to choose from. And while they 
weren't as scantily clad as the ones at the beach, they were 
certainly much less likely to be encumbered by macho 
boyfriends and the like. Oh, sure, many of them had 
boyfriends. It's just that their boyfriends hardly ever 
accompanied them tothe mall. I solved the bedding problem 
with a great piece of deception. Actually, it was an idea I 
stole from a movie. Like the cops in the movie, I took over 
a construction trailer. The trailer had been used the 
previous winter for the mall's remodeling. Now it just sat 
there, empty, waiting for its owner to come haul it away. 
Hidden in the corner of the dumpster courtyard on the north 
end of the mall, it was easy to lead my girlfriends through 
the many service hallways to reach my love nest without 
being seen. I even 'persuaded' a salesperson in the mall's 
bedding store to throw away a perfectly good mattress and 
sheets, which I then installed in my new trailer home. With 
a little extra pushing and scrounging I added a small 
refrigerator, a bottled water machine, and a number of other 
household items. As long as I kept the door locked and the 
windows blocked, the security guards never suspected a 
thing.

	My days at the mall usually started around eleven in 
the morning. I'd check to see that my trailer was still 
there. I expected that the construction company would 
eventually wise up about their missing trailer, but they 
never did. Then I'd head into the mall, cruising for my 
first partner. In the first few days I'd just latch onto any 
girl that looked like she'd be a good lay. But I quickly 
discovered that just because a girl was beautiful didn't 
automatically mean that she was a good lover. In fact, I 
discovered that some of the most attractive girls were the 
worst lovers, just because they were used to having men 
cater to their every whim. They didn't know how to give as 
well as receive. 

	Of course, a lot of that might've had to do with the 
fact that I concentrated solely on girls about my age. Not 
women. Girls. (Though my appreciation of older women grew a 
great deal that summer.) But at the time, I didn't want them 
any older than eighteen. I liked them young, nubile and 
relatively inexperienced.A sweet young thing, wearing a 
halter top and shorts, braless and with her hair flowing 
free was enough to get my cock at attention and my mind 
working overtime. I'd concentrate on the ones who were 
alone, or just having left their friends. That way no one 
would notice if they disappeared for a while. I'd enter 
their mind and check, first and foremost, to make sure they 
weren't virgins. It was a lame attempt at a moral code, and 
one I abandoned in college. Still, you'd be surprised at how 
many girls still were virgins at seventeen. Admittedly, if I 
found them attractive and they'd never even given a blow 
job, I'd take them to my trailer for a little training. 
There's nothing like a pair of virgin lips wrapped around 
your throbbing cock, sucking your meat while you fondle her 
tits, knowing all the while that you're the first to have 
her this way.

	After I'd located my partner for the morning, I'd 
discreetly enter her mind and suggest that she head to a 
certain door and look for me. By this time I'd concocted a 
set story to implant in their minds. I was their boyfriend, 
who they desperately wanted to keep. I kept them happy, 
bought them things and made their romantic fantasies come 
true. In return, they felt a very strong urge to give 
themselves to me; to make sure that I received all the 
pleasure they could give. That's all I'd offer them. Their 
minds filled in the blanks. 

	After meeting them at the door and greeting them with 
a kiss, I'd put my hand around their waist and lead them to 
the trailer. From a visit to the security office I knew the 
coverage of all the cameras and was careful to stay out of 
their view. Once inside the trailer my partner and I were 
safe and sound. 

	My opening move depended on my mood. If I was in a bad 
mood I might just push them down on the bed, pull their 
halter top up, pull their shorts and panties down, rip open 
my shorts and plunge my meat deep into their cunt. With a 
small boost of adrenaline, their early dryness and 
discomfort would quickly give way to a warm, wet pleasure. I 
never wanted to hurt a girl, just feel completely powerful. 
On days when I was feeling good about myself, I'd have the 
girl worship me first. As I leaned back in my chair, she'd 
remove my shoes and socks, then reverently pull my pants 
down. Kissing every inch of skin as it was revealed, she'd 
pull my T-shirt up, and then finally be allowed to remove my 
boxers. Her goal then would be to have as much of her skin 
in contact with my skin. A very sexy game.

	If I felt a need for mystery, I'd have them do a strip 
tease for me. I even had a CD player rigged up, so they 
could have some music to bump and grind to. Whenever 
possible I left the details of the dance up to them. I found 
that spontaneous seductions are so much more erotic than 
something I just ordered up. Given the relative inexperience 
of most of my partners, it was surprising how downright hot, 
dirty and sexy their dances became. Many a dance ended in a 
frantic jungle fuck on the trailer floor. 

	If I was feeling devilish, sometimes I'd use my powers 
to enhance a girl's shyness. She'd know that she had to 
strip for me, but still feel uncomfortable about it. The 
more they squirmed, the more I insisted that they reveal 
their most imtimate areas to me. Sometimes I'd be gentle 
about it, carefully prying a girl's hands from in front of 
her silky smooth breasts. Sometimes I'd be cruel, yanking 
aside the hand hiding her mound and then thrusting a finger 
or two inside her, all the while enjoying the splash of her 
hot tears on my chest. 

From there I'd proceed to the main course. I liked my girls 
to be naked beneath me, so I could have easy access to any 
of their succulent body parts. I always probed their minds 
first and kept my demands within the realms of activities 
they had performed before. For instance, if a blond teen 
slut had spread her legs for her boyfriend, then I felt it 
perfectly permissable to have her spread her legs for me. If 
she'd done it doggy-style before, then I knew I'd soon be 
enjoying a nice view of a slim ass as I fucked her silly. 
And for the few who had taken it up the ass, they often got 
a thick cock up the ass and a few fingers in their cunt as a 
reminder of slutty behavior.

During the next few months I sampled a wide variety of 
girls, about one every other day. I had the petite blondes, 
the tomboy brunettes, the valley girls, the punkers, the 
green-eyed, red-haired vixens and the trailer court trash 
sluts. I sucked tits of all shapes and sizes, from tiny 
titties to mammoth gazongas. I ate pussy between the legs of 
big, hard girls, and I ate pussy between legs that were so 
long you thought they'd never end.I fucked girls who had 
fucked dozens of guys, and I fucked a couple of girls young 
enough to be in junior high, but who had already lost their 
cherry. If you go to the mall on any summer day, and look 
around at the vast crowds of girls walking, shopping and 
just hanging out, you'll understand the selection I had at 
hand. And I took advantage of it.

After blowing my load either in their cunt or on their face, 
I would sit back and relax with each girl. We'd talk about 
what it felt like for them, and I'd often compare what they 
said with what was in their mind. I was also interested in 
how their mind had rationalized their recent behavior. Most 
were convinced that they were getting something more out of 
the encounter. Something as big as helping them escape from 
an abusive family, or something as small as a new 
experience. A few had even convinced themselves that it was 
all a dream and they might as well enjoy it. 

If I was in the mood, I'd take them again. There's nothing 
like sticking your hard cock into a cum soaked teenage 
pussy. Talk about tight, wet and warm. This one would often 
take a bit longer, and I'd have time to try a number of 
different positions. For the absolutely beautiful ones, or 
the ones who'd given me an extra good time, I'd let them 
ride me until they orgasmed. I tried not to enhance their 
experience with any mental stimulation, based on the strange 
effect it had Jess. Sometimes I'd just let my imagination 
take over. I'd think of the most exotic positions and try 
them on my many partners. Today I know all the names and 
dangers, but then I was just letting my body and mind guide 
me into greater pleasures.

Once a week or so Jess would join me in my love nest. After 
our first fuck fest she'd become totally obsessed  with 
fucking me. She would call me ten times a day trying to set 
up another session. She promised me everything. I could do 
anything to her I wanted; spank her, order her around, shave 
her, anything, as long as I fucked her like I had that day. 
But that kind of behavior just scared me.

At first I tried to get rid of her. I stopped taking her 
calls. I wouldn't answer the door when she showed up. She 
disappeared from my life for about two weeks, and then 
returned begging for more. I found out from a quick mind 
probe that she'd gone on a fuck-a-thon, trying to find 
someone, anyone, who could make her feel that good. Of 
course, no one could, as no one could access her mind and 
body the way I could. Instead, all she'd gotten was a new 
reputation as an easy girl, or a slut, who'd been fucked and 
used by quite a few guys around town. In one of her 
memories, she even taken five guys in a row in a van by the 
beach, hoping the continuous stimulation would send her over 
the edge. In the end, she'd only felt used and degraded. I 
had to do something to help.

	I reasoned that I had overloaded her circuits the 
first two times. The only way to help her would be to wean 
her body from the need for such intense stimulation. To do 
that, I would gear down the stimulation every time we 
fucked. So instead of 100%, I'd give her 95%. Then 90%. And 
so on. Besides, she was still a pretty good lay. And she had 
promised to do anything I wanted. I liked that attitude.

	In our first session in the trailer love nest, I laid 
down the rules for our "new" relationship. First, she was to 
make herself available to me anytime and anyplace. I could 
call her in the middle of the night and she would come and 
spread her legs for me. She agreed readily, fiddling with 
the buttons on her shorts as if she were ready to pull them 
off at any time. Next, she was to wear a new piece of 
lingerie whenever she came to see me. One that I could keep 
if I wanted. She was to keep her legs shaved for action at 
any moment, and I wanted her pussy hair shaved into a thin 
strip, allowing me easier access to her cunt. She quickly 
agreed to all of these stipulations as she twisted the thin 
fabric of her shirt around her fingers, tightening it to the 
point where her tits were completely outlined by the 
stretched material. Whether consciously or not, she was 
heating me up.

	With all that settled, I pulled her down on top of me. 
I often like to relive this memory from her point of view, 
though for the purposes of this report, I will refer to 
myself in this memory in the third person. Otherwise, all 
the I/me, his/my descriptions will get very confusing. 

As far as Jess was concerned, she'd gotten off easily. She'd 
been prepared to do anything to feel that way again, even 
pay for it. All of her other efforts to replicate that 
incredible roiling orgasm had failed. The times she did come 
had paled in comparison. Even trying to get herself off with 
a lifelike dong had been only so-so, although using her 
mother's vibrator had been tolerably pleasant. She didn't 
understand why only one man could bring her off that way, 
but now that she had him, she was going to enjoy every 
minute. And if sexy underwear, or spanking, or anything else 
got his gorgeous cock hard, she'd do it for him in a second. 
She craved, absolutely craved having that cock in her pussy. 
And now that he lay underneath her, she was going to get 
what she came for.

	She pressed herself hard against his chest, feeling 
his heartbeat travel upward, through the thin fabric of her 
halter top, through the sensitive tips of her nipples, up 
through her aching breasts, and down a secret channel to her 
pussy. She imagined the connection sparking, and her pussy 
began throbbing in time with his heartbeat. The tingling 
between her legs grew more adamant. She had to have him 
thrusting into her. She could think of nothing but opening 
her legs for him. But one part of her mind interjected a 
caution. He won't like it if I just attack him. He'll be 
even harder if I give myself to him in stages. Seduce him.

	She sat up until she was kneeling astride him, 
wriggling her ass and cunt on top of his groin. Even through 
her panties and shorts and his shorts and underwear, she 
could feel he was already hard as a rock. She pulled off her 
halter top, enjoying the pleased look he gave her. She 
noticed thata mirror was mounted right across from her. 
Fleetingly, she wondered about the trailer they were 
occupying. But when she saw how adoringly he looked up at 
her breasts, that thought and all other doubts fled her 
mind. 

	Leaning down she brought her lips against his, 
savoring the power and dexterity of his tongue. She wanted 
to consume him, to bring his lust up to the highest point. 
She wanted to do with her mouth what she would do with her 
pussy. Engulf him. Encapsulate him. Manipulate him. 
Eviscerate him. Build the pressure in his volcano until it 
erupts with a violent blast. God, she wanted him. 

	Now her tits were buzzing, literally buzzing for 
attention. She bent lower so he could take them into his 
mouth. Catching sight of herself in the mirror, she wondered 
why she had waited so long before giving herself to him. Who 
would've guessed her friend would be such a phenomenal 
lover? That question left unanswered as his wet tongue 
touched her erect nipple. Yet instead of slackening, the 
buzzing in her breasts intensified. Maul them, she silently 
shouted to him. Bite them! Suck them! Squeeze them until 
they burst! As if reading her mind, he chomped hard on one, 
then the other, alternating between soft, loving attention 
and hard, nasty biting. Just as the buzzing began to subside 
in her tits, it took up residence between her legs. She 
needed a hard fuck, and now!

	Standing over him, she removed her shorts and then her 
panties, pausing a couple of times to watch herself in the 
mirror. She liked her body, for the most part, though she 
wished her breasts were a little bigger. She knew that her 
long hair turned on most guys, and she took a second to pull 
it forward, over her shoulder, so that it almost covered her 
tits, leaving just a small area around the nipples showing. 
All of the other guys she'd recently given herself to had 
also liked her body. She had an unbidden flashback, in which 
two of the guys in the van had entered her at once. While 
the feeling of being filled in the ass and in the pussy was 
intense, it still didn't reach the intensity she had reached 
with this guy. 

	She stood over him for a few moments, lightly 
fingering herself, imagining how it must feel to stare 
straight up at her open pussy. Soon it won't be open, she 
thought. Soon it'll be all filled up. With that thought in 
mind, she swung around and knelt at the side of the 
mattress. As she undid his shorts, he pulled his shirt over 
his head, revealing a not unpleasant chest. Surely not as 
fully formed and hairy as some of the guys she'd recently 
tried. But not flabby or disgusting, either. While pulling 
down his zipper, she traced the hardness that lay inside. He 
wasn't as big as some of those other guys, either. But they 
didn't do the job right, either.

	With his cock finally revealed, she decided to suck 
him for a while. When she'd gone looking for other lovers, 
five of the guys had come when she was sucking them, forcing 
her to start over and get them hard again. She wanted cock 
in her pussy, not in her mouth. But she could tell, somehow, 
that this one would never have trouble with his willpower. 
And I'll let him cum on my face, she suddenly decided, 
though it hadn't occurred to her before. She brought her 
lips down over the purple crown, pleased at how he began to 
squirm and moan. The skin was silky smooth, with just a 
little bit of play. But it felt like there was a steel pole 
underneath, his cock was so hard. She slurped at him madly, 
warming both his dick and his balls. The buzzing between her 
own legs intensified, her wetness beginning toseep onto her 
thighs. Pausing a moment, she squeezed a few drop of pre-cum 
out of his slit. Making sure he watched, she touched the tip 
of her tongue to his cock crown and pulled back slowly, 
carefully drawing a string of sticky, white cum between 
them. She hoped this would heat him up unbearably, as her 
own need had grown to immense proportions.

	To her great relief, he flipped her on her back and 
spread her legs. She let her legs fall to the sides, thereby 
opening her cunt wide for his heavy dick. But to her 
consternation, he simply kneeled between her legs and softly 
fingered her thighs and pussy lips, never even penetrating 
into her wet hole. What are you waiting for? she screamed in 
her mind. I'll do anything! Just make me cum! 

	Suddenly, her thoughts began streaming from her lips, 
"I'll do anything. Anything. Just stick it in me. Get your 
hot cock inside me. Make me cum. Make me your slut slave. 
Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Make me your whore. Your slut. I'll 
be your slut. Let me spread my legs for you. My slit...it's 
so hot...so hot for you...for you...so hot...it's 
your's...your's to have...your's to fuck."

	Was that her talking so dirty, so nasty? But it felt 
good to say all that, and even better that she meant it. 
She'd do anything for him, just to have his thick rod 
splitting her open and tickling the back of her box. It 
stands stiff, right before her, hard as steel but smooth as 
silk, framed by balls sucked close to his body by the sexual 
excitement. The buzzing in her pussy is so strong now, she 
imagines she can hear it and see it emanating from between 
her legs. She can wait no longer, but doesn't dare pull him 
into her, for fear he may punish her actions by leaving 
without letting her cum.

	Finally, he crouches over her and brings his cock to 
the entrance of her pussy. "Yes, fuck me. Please, fuck me," 
she croons to him over and over, willing him to impale her. 
But the torture continues as he teases her pussy lips with 
the head of his cock, never quite entering but never quite 
leaving. She vows never to tease any of her lovers this way, 
and then rescinds her promise, knowing that the tension only 
makes the final act more intense. When she closes her eyes, 
she can imagine the roundness of his crown slowly parting 
her slit as it travels from top to bottom and back again. 
The anticipation is rapidly becoming unbearable. "Oh! 
Please! Take me!" she cries, her voice a bit hoarse with 
impending tears.

	Ssshhhliffff! His hot cock penetrates her cunt, 
inciting a small orgasm which echos through her body while 
causing a delicious muscle spasm deep in her pussy. He's in! 
As he pauses a moment, she feels every bit as close to 
impaled as a person can be. Her whole awareness is 
concentrated on the spot between her legs where his powerful 
cock has penetrated her body. The buzzing in her cunt 
continues, and it feels as though she can touch, truly touch 
every atom in his penis. Even as she welcomes him into her 
she wants to devour him, to have this feeling within her 
forevermore.

	As he begins to stroke into her, she finds it 
impossible to think about anything except the incredible 
hunger and friction between her legs. When she'd fucked all 
those other guys, she'd ended up pinching her tits or 
rubbing her clit in order to duplicate her orgasms with this 
man. Now that she has him again, there's no need for any of 
this. Gazing down her body, she sees that her nipples are as 
hard as they'd ever been. She watches as he rises and sinks 
between her legs, which she holds wide open so he can go as 
hard, soft, fast or slow as he wanted. She'll do anything to 
make sure he continues to crawl between her legs. 

	His tempo increases and she feels another small 
tremblor pulse through her body. Every time he slams down 
into her the shockwave moves the two of them closer to the 
edge of the mattress. Already she can feel emptiness beneath 
the top of her head. She knows that even should she 
completely fall from the mattress, he wouldn't stop driving 
into her. Nor would she want him to. They'd just do it on 
the floor like animals.

	An animal! Yes, that's how she feels. An animal that 
will do anything for satisfaction. Uncivilized. Driven only 
by primal instinct. She imagines herself as a she-monkey, 
being fucked by the biggest monkey in the tribe. She 
imagines the rest of the tribe watching as he pounds into 
her so hard she squeals. The paws clutching at her, the 
nails scratching her. His thrusts directed to one purpose: 
to fill her full of his monkey semen, his jungle seed. And 
then to cast her aside until the next urge fills him.

	Her pussy tightens on the cock inside her, throttling 
it. He responds to her tighter hole with an appreciative 
groan, but she is unaware of all outside stimuli. Her whole 
pelvis is seizing up, releasing, seizing up and releasing as 
her body prepares for a climatic orgasm. She's lost all 
control of herself. Of their own volition her hips rise to 
meet each of his thrusts. Her head suddenly lolls back; he's 
pushed her head off the mattress. She struggles to lift it, 
wanting to see the ultimate moment when he cums in her. Next 
time, she thinks, he can cum on my face. This time I need to 
feel his cum boiling out of him and soaking my pussy walls. 

	Her body spasms, wracked by uncontrollable waves of 
pleasure. It feels so good, so intense that it's almost 
painful. She cums hard, hot and long. A Fourth of July 
sparkler, white hot in the center and tiny explosions all 
around. The buzzing in her cunt finally begins to subside, 
spent and burned out by the voltage that jolted her. 
Aftershocks continue to ripple through her body, enjoyable 
as sheer pleasure unencumbered by any need. 

	Weak from her multiple orgasms, she lets her head fall 
back until it's touching the floor. She knows from her 
previous fucking that he'll cum when he's good and ready. 
But, she reasons, maybe if she shows him a great time now, 
he'll do her again today. So she lifts her head, smiles up 
at him, and makes a great show of twisting and offering him 
her tits, with the nipples that haven't softened a bit since 
he first entered her. 

	He speeds his attack, even though his hands are now 
gripping the edge of the mattress and her shoulders threaten 
to follow her head onto the floor. Her hair is now a matted 
mess and some of it is trapped in his unyielding grip. Even 
the sharp pains that result as he pulls her hair only add to 
the waves of pleasure that still pulse through her body. Her 
need, though, is beginning to sharpen again. So soon! "Cum 
in me. Please, cum in me. Fill my cunt. Soak my cunt. Make 
me your whore, your slut, your fuck. Give me your hot cum," 
the nasty words pour from her mouth, as though every one of 
them will ratchet him closer and closer to a volcanic 
eruption.

	She feels him stop and stiffen, and knows this will be 
his final few strokes. He groans long and low, and she again 
imagines the brawny male ape breeding his best she-monkey. 
Though she knows his cum is spurting deep into her, she can 
barely feel it, beyond the added wetness she suddenly feels. 
His spasms, though, press strongly against the walls of her 
pussy, and she enjoys the pleasant sensations they set off 
in her. 

	The buzzing in her breasts and pussy are nearly gone. 
Already she misses it, and wonders whether he'll allow her 
to feel it again today. 



	If someone told Jess that it hadn't been as intense as 
the last time, she would've argued against it for hours. But 
I'd already started ramping her down. It would, 
unfortunately, be a long and pleasurable process. 


