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Copyright 1998, 2000 by E. Z. Riter.
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JASON'S POWER
I was fifteen on Thursday. No one wanted to come to the small
party my mother gave me. Not even the beautiful summer day could
stop my tears.
"Hey, pretty girl! Why are you crying?"
I saw a freckled-faced grin peering at me over the fence, with a
shock of unruly red
hair and glasses over his blue eyes.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Jason Evans. My folks and I moved in yesterday. Can I come
over?"
"No. I want to be alone," I said in my best Greta Garbo
imitation.
In a moment, the gate opened. As he storked in, I saw he was
about six feet tall, but scrawny and gangly. He sat down beside
me, eyeing me with a gentle, humorous twinkle.
"Jason Evans, at your service," he said, sticking out his hand.
I ignored him hoping he'd go
away. He waited a moment, then said with a grin, "No wonder
you're unhappy. Your parents
didn't give you a name."
"Cynthia Caldwell, but, everyone calls me Cindy. Now, go away!"
I was miserable and I wanted
to stay that way.
"No. I'm going to stay right here until I find out why such a
lovely lady is unhappy."
Jason was very sweet as he talked to me. After he gained my
confidence, I gushed my problems
to him. I was overweight (he could see that), not popular and
very shy. I was smart, but my
grades were lousy because I was so unhappy all the time.
"I can cure all your problems," he said confidently.
"What are you, a magician?"
"No, but my grandfather was. I can help you, Cindy."
I looked hard at this new boy I'd met. I knew he was sixteen,
with a positive attitude. I knew he was a bright student and in
all the top classes.
"How?" I asked.
"I can hypnotize you. It'll help you concentrate on your school
work, let you shed a few
pounds and you'll be on your way to success."
"I can't be hypnotized. My parents took me to a doctor last fall
to try that. But thanks anyway."
He took my hand in his.
"My grandfather was a hypnotist and a magician. My father's a
hypnotist and a psychologist. My
mother's a hypnotist and a dentist. My skills have been honed
for years. I can do it. Let me
know when you want to start."
"Now. I want to start now, but I don't think it'll work."
Jason led me to his room, or, rather, his apartment. The people
who had owned the house before
his parents bought it built living quarters in back for an older
relative. There was a large living
room, a large bedroom, bathroom and kitchen. Jason lived there
now and that's where he took
me to hypnotize me.
I'd thought when a person is hypnotized, they don't remember. I
remembered everything. He put
me under and worked for an hour deepening and broadening the
trance, making me more
receptive to his suggestions. He planted a key word in my mind to
let me be hypnotized more
easily the next time. He began with helping me concentrate and he
told me I would hate
chocolate. After he brought me out of my trance, I told him I
remembered everything. He was
very surprised, but, after a few questions, he believed me. He
said it was very rare for the subject
to remember.
I didn't feel different from being hypnotized except I noticed I
ate differently that night at
dinner, avoiding the fats and starches, and, taking smaller
portions. I was so happy that I was
really going to lose weight, I cried myself to sleep in the quiet
of my room.
The next morning, Dad and I went to church but Mom felt puny, so
she stayed home. When we
returned, she was feeling much better.
"I met our new neighbors," she said. "They're lovely and that
Jason is quite a nice young man.
Have you met him, Cindy?"
"Yes, Mom," I replied, but I didn't tell her about the hypnosis.
I didn't know what she might say.
After lunch, Jason arrived and Mom let him in.
"Why don't you and Jason go up to your room, Cindy. Shut the
door. I won't bother you," she
said.
I looked at her with my mouth hanging open. My mother would
never allow a boy in my room,
particularly with the door shut! As I took Jason to my room, I
wondered if he had anything to do
with Mom's attitude, but I didn't ask. Again, he put me into a
deep trance.
Within four weeks, I was much more self assured and positive.
Already, I'd lost twenty pounds.
By now, Jason was walking in and out of my house and my room as
if he owned the place. He
and I had been on a few dates. He'd kissed me, but I pushed him
away when he tried anything
else.
On a Tuesday afternoon, I saw a big Mercedes drive in his
driveway. Mrs. Parker got out. I
knew her because her daughter, Patti, was the best friend of my
older sister, Cathy. When I saw
her walk back towards Jason's apartment, I snuck downstairs,
through the loose boards in the
fence near the back, and up to Jason's window, which was open. I
was very quiet as I listened.
"My husband and I appreciate the changes you made in our lives,
Jason."
"You're welcome, Mrs. Parker."
"Call me Beth. Jason, the reason I'm here is... did you make any
suggestions about you and me
when you hypnotized us."
"Why, Mrs...Beth?"
"I have a desire to be with you. That surprises me. I don't have
sex with boys."
"I suggested you would think of me as an adult male, Beth. That's
all."
"Oh, if you are considered an adult, this feeling is all my own?"
Mrs. Parker asked.
"Yes, it is."
"Well, Jason, are you an adult male or are you still a boy?"
"I'm counting on you to make me an adult, " he said.
"Jason, I'd love to teach you about sex. Shall we began?"
I could hear the sound of clothes hitting the floor. I heard
Mrs. Parker groan, then whisper, "I
want that monster in my mouth first, Jason."
I heard slurping sounds. I closed my eyes, imagining the sight
happening on the other side of the
wall, the sight of Mrs. Parker on her knees with Jason's cock in
her mouth. I'd never seen a real
cock except for once when I was seven and Jamie Miller and I
played doctor. But I knew my
nipples were tingling and there was moisture between my legs.
"Now, Jason, please, stick it in me. Like that... yes, oh, yes.
God, you're big. Fuck me with that
big cock...Uhhhh."
Mrs. Parker was very vocal in her lovemaking and while I won't
repeat all of it, I can tell you it
was wonderfully wild and made me very hot.
"Good, Jason, so good..." she whimpered as my hand slipped under
my blouse to caress my
nipple.
"Yes, Jason, hold my arms down. Slam me hard, baby. Hard! Fuck
me, Jason, fuck me."
She began to laugh as my other hand went between my legs, feeling
my little button so hard and
erect. I twisted it as I pinched my nipple. I felt a feeling I'd
never felt before. I knew my first
orgasm was on its way.
"Yes! Jason, yes! Oh, God, I'm cumming," Mrs. Parker screamed.
I orgasmed the same time she did, whimpering quietly by myself
outside Jason's window. I
gasped for breath, exhausted, but Mrs. Parker was just getting
started.
"Have you ever taken a woman's ass, Jason?" she asked in a voice
I never heard before, a voice I
would learn is a woman floating in her afterglow.
"No, Beth," he replied.
"Well, with that monster cock of yours, it may hurt them. You
need to be very well lubricated
and aware of what you are doing. I'll teach you."
"Maybe, I shouldn't have anal sex," he said.
"Don't be silly. Not all women enjoy it, but a lot of us do. And
some learn to enjoy it. Besides, if
you ever want to dominate a woman, take her ass while she
resists. It makes her feel very
submissive, like she's with a real man. Now slip on that condom
and grease it up."
"You do it, Beth."
Mrs. Parker laughed. "See. You're learning to dominate
already."
I listened as she moaned, working it in. I was dying to look but
I was afraid. I listened as again
Mrs. Parker orgasmed loudly on Jason's cock up her ass, and,
again, my little fingers brought me
off the same time as her. Now, I was limp as a rag from my first
two orgasms ever.
"I need to dress, Jason. If we go again, I'll be too tired for my
husband tonight."
"I need to cum again, Beth. You need to take me one more time,"
he replied.
"Where?"
"Your mouth."
"I'd love to." Again, the sounds of her slurping filled the air.
I couldn't stand it. I had to look. Mrs. Parker was on her knees
naked, her back against the couch.
Jason was over her, his cock moving smoothly in and out of her
mouth. One of her hands was on
his ass, the other on his cock. Both of his hands were on her
head. He started moaning and
moving faster. Suddenly, his prick began jumping and Mrs. Parker
started swallowing. I saw his
stuff ooze out of the corner of her mouth as she tried to swallow
him all down. Jason groaned and
fell back, sitting on the ground. Mrs. Parker had a dazed smile
as she took his cum off her face
with a finger and sexily licked it off.
"I bet your balls hurt with that much cum in them. That was a big
load."
Jason groaned and fell backward. She began to dress. I hid
again, but continued to listen.
"Have you ever used your power to enslave a woman, Jason?" she
asked.
My heart stopped. I hadn't thought of that until then.
"No," he answered.
"Do you plan to?"
"Yes."
I could hear their breathing and the rustle of her silk stockings
as she put them on.
"May I suggest someone?"
The silence was deafening.
"Yes. Please do," he said.
"My daughter, Patti."
Oh, my God, I thought. Patti was a bouncy, beautiful, and popular
girl, my sister's best friend.
Why would a woman suggest her own daughter be enslaved by a man?
"Why would you suggest her, Beth?" Jason asked, voicing my
thought.
"I think Patti's a natural submissive. I believe she really needs
and wants a man to guide her.
You're a unique man. I can think of no other person I'd rather
guide my daughter. I know she'd
have a good life with you, Jason."
"I need to meet her," he said.
"I'll set it up," she replied. "But, Jason, even if you are
fucking my daughter, you need to save
time for me!"
"Beth, there'll always be time for you!"
They passed small talk and kissed until he walked her to her car.
And Jason always did have
plenty of time for Mrs. Parker. I was so tired, my legs so weak,
it took forever before I was back
in my room. I slept like a baby that night.
I awakened late and grabbed a bowl of cereal. I was looking out
the window when I saw Patti's
car drive up. I gulped my food, then ran barefoot in my nightgown
to hide outside Jason's
window again.
"My mother thinks you can help me with two bad habits I have,"
Patti was saying. "I bite my
nails and I've started smoking."
"Of course, Patti. I can correct those habits."
"Well, let's get started," she said.
I listened for about an hour and a half as Jason put her into a
trance. Since I remembered how he
did it, I was surprised when he began going deeper, much deeper
than he had with me. She was
in a deeper trance than I was after five sessions. Jason gave her
the command to stop biting her
nails and stop smoking. I was very surprised as he took her
deeper still.
"Patti?"
"Yes."
Her voice was that zombie-like monotone of people in the deepest
trances.
"Are you a virgin?"
"No."
"How many people have you had sex with?"
There was silence. I guess she was counting.
"Seventeen men and six women."
Men and women! Wow! I hadn't guessed Patti was gay.
"Tell me about the first one."
Patti's voice never showed emotion as she described the senior
fullback taking her cherry when
she was a freshman, ripping off her panties, pushing her on her
back and holding her down,
fucking her in the backseat of his car.
"Who was next?" Jason asked.
She mentioned three different guys, then said, "Billy Warren was
my fifth. He gave me to his
friends. All the others were guys he told me to fuck."
I was sure they could hear my heart pounding.
"So he dominated you?" Jason asked.
"Yes," Patti replied.
"Did you like that?"
"Yes."
"Did you like being given to his friends?"
"I liked making him happy. If having sex with his friends made
him happy, then it made me
happy. I didn't like it when they laughed at me or called me a
slut."
"How about the women?"
"I have one friend who's been my lover since we were sophomores.
The others were all one
nighters for Billy's amusement."
"Who's your long term lover?"
"Cathy Caldwell."
I gasped. Oh, I hoped Jason didn't hear me.
"Is she gay?" he asked.
My ears burned, waiting for her response.
"We both like guys and girls. I like guys better. I'm not sure
about Cathy."
My big sister liked women. I began to see things that had
happened between her and me in a new
light.
"Do you have sexual fantasies?"
"Yes."
"Does one fantasy occur more often than the others?"
"Yes."
"Tell me this fantasy, Patti."
"I'm walking, sometimes in a mall, sometimes at school, sometimes
around the neighborhood.
There are many people. Suddenly, I see one man staring at me.
My whole focus becomes him. I
can see his body, but his face is always hazy. I can never make
out who he is. He motions me to
follow him.
Sometimes we walk a long time, sometimes only a little ways, but
we always end in a pet store. I
stand beside him as he selects a collar, a dog collar. It's plain
leather, no rhinestones. He selects a
leash to match and a dog tag.
He asks my name. I say 'Patti.' He has the tag engraved. It
reads 'I'm Patti. I'm owned by', but I
can't read his name. He puts the collar around my neck. The tags
hang down on my throat. I feel
the collar. It no longer has an lock but is smooth leather. I
know I'll wear it forever. I'm happy
and excited to belong to him, to have a man to lead and guide me.
He attaches the leash and says
'Come, Patti.' I follow after him."
It was strange hearing her tell how excited she was in such a
dead monotone, as if the tone gave
lie to the words. But I knew that tone was normal for a person
in the deepest kind of trance. It
seemed there was a long silence.
"Is that the end of your fantasy?"
"Sometimes. Most of the time there's more."
"Tell me about it?"
"Usually, it continues my entire life. I do belong to him. He's
my master. He treats me lovingly,
kind, but he's firm with me, punishing me if I'm bad. I know the
punishment is given in love. I
have his children. We live our lives and grow old together."
"What kind of punishment does your master give you?"
"He binds me, ties me up. Then he spanks me. Sometimes, he whips
me. The binding is
sometimes my punishment. I'm left in an awkward position. I can
feel my muscles ache and
throb."
"Do you like it?"
"Not the whipping, but a nice spanking stimulates me sexually. I
love the bondage. I love
pulling against the ropes. It makes me horny. If he leaves me
that way, I'm so aroused when he returns, I beg him to fuck me."
"Are there other men and women in the fantasy, besides the
children?"
"Yes."
"Who are they?"
"They're nameless, floating in and out. My master has sex with
whomever he pleases.
Sometimes, I watch. Sometimes, we have a threesome or he shares
me with his friends. All this
makes me happy."
It seemed the longest time before Jason spoke again.
"Why does it make you happy, Patti?"
"I can be free of guilt and happily participate as he directs."
"Patti, would you like to know your master's name?"
"Oh, yes, very much. Then I'll know whom I'm to serve for the
rest of my life."
"I want you to go back to the pet store. I want you to take the
dog tags in your hand and look at
them. Do you see them?"
"Yes."
"Listen to me. I'll read the dog tag to you since you have been
unable to read it."
"Thank you," she replied.
"The tag reads, 'I'm Patti. I'm owned by Jason Evans.' Can you
read it now?"
"Of course. It's very clear. I can read 'Jason Evans'." She
sighed happily. "At last, I know who
he is."
It was the first time I heard emotion in her voice since she was
hypnotized.
"Repeat what the tag says Patti." She repeated over and over,
"I'm Patti. I'm owned by Jason
Evans."
After she repeated it about twenty times, Jason began to take her
out of the trance, bringing her
back to consciousness. When she was conscious, I heard her yawn.
"Wow! Did I go under?" she asked.
"Yes, you did. I think we can stop worrying about the smoking and
nail biting now."
"I hope you're right, uh, what did you say your name is?"
"Jason Evans."
I heard her gasp, then fall to the floor. I prayed I wouldn't be
seen, but I had to look. Patti was on
her knees in front of Jason. She was looking up at him with an
expression which could only be
described as worshiping. He stroked her cheek gently.
"Jason Evans, I've been looking for you my whole life. Please, I
implore... I beg.... can I be your
woman?"
"I don't know. I want a slave, a female totally devoted to me,
who will always be thinking of
how to please me, who'll follow my every command and will do it
all happily."
"That's me. I'm the woman you want. I want to be your slave, your
pet. Please, Jason, let me
prove my devotion to you."
"Patti, if you promise to be that, I would love to have you as my
woman."
She hugged his legs, then squirmed between them, raising her head
to be kissed. He kissed her
long and hard. I saw his hand cup her breast.
When they broke, Patti said, "I ask only one thing. May I wear
your collar?"
He smiled warmly at her.
"Yes, Patti, you can, but now I want you to go home. Eat and
then take a nap. Dream of you
and me, of your favorite fantasy, of how you can please me. Then
comeback here this afternoon
at three."
"Yes, Jason," she murmured.
They kissed again and she left. Jason collapsed face down on the
couch. I heard him snoring
almost immediately. Enslaving females must be hard work. I
wondered if he would enslave me.
Somehow, I knew he would.
I was ready. When I saw Patti's car drive up, I shot out the
door. I was hidden outside Jason's
window before she was inside. I was wondering if Jason was going
to reinforce his trance before
doing anything sexual with her, but it was obvious she was
sexually ready and he forged ahead.
"Undress," he said.
"Anything you want, master," she replied sweetly.
"Patti, you may call me master in private but never in public.
People might not understand."
"Yes, master," she replied.
"Wow," Jason said reverently. Patti must've removed her blouse.
She giggled sexily. Everybody I knew wished they had a body or a
face like Patti Parker. The
most beautiful and well built young woman in town, she was a
natural blonde with big, blue eyes,
a lower pouty lip, high cheekbones, dimples and a warm, wonderful
smile. Add to it her drop
dead figure. No wonder the boys were always around her. I had to
look.
Patti was naked. She was slowly turning, letting Jason take in
the sheer physical beauty of his
new slave. His mouth was open, as well it should be. Jenny
McCarthy wished she looked as
good as Patti Parker. When I saw Jason's pants tented, I knew I
was looking at an erection. I
knew I'd look more often.
"Now, let me please you," she said as she moved against him,
grinding herself into him as they
kissed. I quickly felt the wetness ooze from my panties onto my
leg.
Patti squirmed against him, then slowly slid to her knees to pull
his trousers down. She smiled. From the angle, I couldn't see all
of his cock. He moved and Patti gasped as he penetrated her.
"Oh, god, Jason, you're so big," she whimpered.
As I listened, Patti started to cum from Jason fucking hers. My
panties were so wet I was sloshing as my hand flew between my
legs. I came when Patti did, except she came from Jason's cock
while I came on my fingers. I slipped away, sneaking into my
room. I masturbated there thinking of Jason Evans and his big
cock.
The next morning I left for camp. Three weeks. I didn't want to
go with everything happening,
but my parents insisted. When I got back from camp on a Sunday
evening, Cathy was out. Mom,
Dad and I had a great home cooked dinner and a nice visit. I was
in my nightgown, talking to
Mom, when I heard a key in the door.
"It's just me," Jason said.
"Jason has his own key now, Cindy. He comes and goes as he
wants," Mom told me.
He looked so good to me. My pussy was oozing I wanted him to fuck
me so much. But I was
afraid, too. I was still a virgin and I knew what he could do
with his power. He kissed Mom
lightly on the lips and sat by me.
"Hello, you good looking babe, you. I've missed you," he said.
He put his hand on my knee. It embarrassed me but Mom didn't
notice. In fact, she yawned,
wished us goodnight and left. He leaned to kiss my lips, but I
turned away. I saw sadness, then
anger flick across his face. He put his hand on my chin, turning
me towards him. He said my key
phrase. By now, I was so receptive to him, the phrase repeated
twice put me deeply asleep.
"Tell me of all your sexual experiences, Cindy. Start at the very
first one you remember and
move forward through time," he commanded.
I was powerless to resist even though I would have cut off an arm
not to tell him. I told of him of
being aware of my body as long as I could remember, of mother
telling me how to keep myself
clean and warning me about boys. I told him about letting Jamie
Miller play doctor with me
when we were seven. I could feel my heart beating madly as I
said, "When I was twelve, my
sister, Cathy, and I would play with each other. We only did it
for a few months but she would
love for me to play with her... her..."
"Pussy?" Jason said.
"Yes," I replied.
"Always use the common words, Cindy."
"I played with Cathy's pussy. She was fifteen. She let me rub her
nipples and then, she'd rub
mine."
"Did you orgasm?"
"I don't think so, but she did. It frightened me the first time
when she screamed and flopped
around on the bed."
"Go on," he said.
"Then, we stopped doing things to each other. That was the time
when Patti Parker became her
best friend. For the next year or so, I knew about boys. I'd
talk and giggle with the girls.
Sometimes we'd look at each other's pussies but not touch."
I let out a big sigh.
"Then this summer I saw you with Mrs. Parker. I was outside the
window. I masturbated to
orgasm. Twice. I have masturbated at least once a day since then.
At camp, I let some of the boys
play with my breasts and one I let touch my pussy. I made him
stop before I orgasmed, but I ran
to my cabin and finished myself."
I could not see Jason, but I knew he was there. I knew I was
pouring my heart out to him. I
wondered what he was going to do. I found out.
"Cindy, repeat after me," he said. I repeated.
"I love Jason. I want Jason to be my man, my lover. I want his
cock in me. I want him to make
love to me, to penetrate me, to fuck me. I orgasm freely with
Jason. Jason is my only lover, the only person I'll let touch me
unless Jason gives me to another. I'll always be sexy and happy
and loving with Jason. I eagerly and happily follow all of
Jason's commands, his directions to me. I want to be his, to be
owned by him."
I repeated it ten times, permanently burying it deep in my
psyche. When he brought me out of the trance, I looked at him.
"I know what you've done to me," I said. "Why have you done it?
Why have you made me your
love slave?"
It was the first time a man ever looked at me with love in his
eyes, except my Dad, of course.
That's how I knew it was love and not lust. Jason loved me. That
was very clear to me.
"I love you, Cindy. I want you to belong to me."
"I love you, too, but, I'm too young for sex. It frightens me.
Anyway, you have Patti."
Very slowly, he leaned towards me. I did not want his kiss, but I
couldn't control my actions. I
raised my head to him and my lips parted. His kiss was gentle,
soft and sweet.
"Yes, I have Patti, and I'll have many others. I have you, too,
Cindy. You're mine now. I own
you. Don't fear, little girl. I love you very much. I'll take
care of you. Cindy, I won't force you
to have sex. Let me know when you're ready."
I was exhausted from the mental stress, the hypnosis, the being
enslaved by Jason when I got
home, but Cathy came into my room.
"Did you fuck him?"
"What do you mean, Cathy?"
"Jason. Did you fuck him?"
"No!" I said, acting very insulted. "Why did you ask?"
"Patti and I are his lovers. When I asked if he planning to add
another, he told me he'd take you."
I turned beet red, stuttering, as I replied, "You're his lover,
too! It doesn't bother you... that
you'll share a man with your little sister?"
She laughed. "No, little baby. There's no one better guy to pop
your little cherry."
I knew she was right, but I was still afraid.
School started again in two weeks. I tried to avoid him, but I
saw Jason every day. Nothing
sexual happened between us. When school did begin, my brand new
attitude and new looks
significantly increased my popularity. Being new, Jason initially
was an outcast. But being Patti
and Cathy's boyfriend was a long step towards popularity. Then
he convinced Bobby Winters he
could help him be number one quarterback. It worked. Bobby was
his life long buddy and Jason
was now an "in" guy.
I noticed the change in attitude of a lot of other people towards
Jason. The "bitch bunch" as the
other students called a cliche of six beautiful and rich junior
girls, suddenly became much nicer
to everyone, but they were devoted to Jason. I'd see them
carrying Jason's books in the hall, or
getting his lunch in the cafeteria. They'd take turns driving him
anywhere he wanted to go. They
bought him presents.
Of course, they had to contend with Patti and Cathy, who were
spending every available minute
with him. Both Patti and Cathy wore gold choker necklaces, like
collars.
I remembered Patti asking for his collar to wear. Cathy showed me
hers. It could be removed but
it would take an Allen wrench to do it. The other girls wore gold
bracelets on their left ankles.
I'd see one or more of the "bitch bunch" arrive at Jason's
apartment in the afternoon. Cathy and
Patti were always there, too. I knew they weren't there for tea.
Sometimes, I'd sneak up to his
window. Jason was probably watching for me since I told him I
listened outside his window
when he put me under. He never said anything and the window was
always open so I could hear.
They had sex every afternoon. Once, I saw Patti, Cathy, two of
the bitch bunch and Jason all
naked in a pile of the floor. I know my sister Cathy was loving
these sessions, given her
bisexual nature. She'd have at least one of the other girls
every afternoon. After the sex, the girls
would clean, wash and iron. Then they'd march naked into the big
house where Jason's parents
lived and clean it. Sometimes, they fixed dinner for Jason and
his parents and who ever he
invited over. I'm sure it's every man's dream to have beautiful,
naked women serving his every
whim. For Jason, it was reality.
Jason talked to me everyday. He was always loving and polite.
You could describe us as very
close friends. I liked him. More than that, I loved him. I
think I'd love him even if he hadn't
hypnotized me to do it.
"Ask if you want to go out with me," he said.
I never asked. Why, I don't know.
One day I asked Jason where he and a bunch of the other kids went
after school some days, the
days the girls didn't go to his apartment. He just smiled.
"We meet different places. Today, it's my house. Come to my
house after school today," he said.
"I'm meeting Linda. We're going to the mall."
"Bring her with you," he said.
When Linda and I arrived, Jason answered the door. He whispered
my key phrase in my ear, told
me to sit in the blue chair in the corner, and took Linda by the
hand. It was the first time he had
taken control of me since he implanted the sexual suggestions. I
did as I was instructed. I had no
choice.
In the living room, there was about ten guys and ten girls. All
were naked. All were engaged in
some form of sex. Patti Parker was on her knees in front of Bobby
Winters, his cock buried in her
mouth. I wondered why Jason let his woman suck off another guy.
As I heard her slurping and
watched his big cock saw in and out, I felt my pussy tingle.
David White (who is black) and David Black (who is white) were
comparing cock sizes. Then,
Missy Winters (Bobby's sister) grabbed both of their cocks and
pulled them towards her.
Quickly, she was enjoying one in each end. My sister was riding
the mouth of some girl I
couldn't recognize. Our eyes met but she was so dazed by desire
she didn't focus on me.
All that action made my own sexual needs accelerate. I wanted
some cock myself. But I couldn't
move. I sat primly, knees together, hands on my lap, as all the
neat kids fucked in front of me. I
heard the door open and more kids piled into the room. The orgy
was at full steam.
"Listen up!"
It was Jason. He was naked now. It was the first time I had seen
his cock except for when I saw
Mrs. Parker suck him off. It was huge, easily bigger than either
one of the David's, swinging like
a big rubber bat between his legs. It frightened me as I thought
of that in my virgin pussy. But
then I felt a tingling warmness infuse me, making me quiver as my
pussy ran with honeydew.
Jason held Linda by the hand. Little Linda. Prim and proper.
Naked. Her pussy freshly shaved.
A shiny gold bracelet on her left ankle.
"Linda's our virgin for the day. We'll initiate her now!"
A happy shout rose from the room. Four guys grabbed Linda, laying
her on her back, holding her
wide and apart. They could have let go because she wasn't
struggling.
"Marcia, come warm her up," Jason said to a thin, tall, black
girl standing near by.
"Thank you, Jason," she said as she knelt between Linda's legs.
She began lapping at Linda's naked pussy. Soon, Linda was
groaning from her need and the smell
of her pussy floated through the air. Jason pushed Marcia aside
and knelt between Linda's legs.
"Linda, I want you to tell us all exactly how you feel and what
is happening."
"Yes, Jason," she replied softly. "I feel you big cock resting
on my stomach. It frightens me
some but, my God, I want it. I want your cock... yes, Jason....
in me... deep... full."
Linda's fingers encircled Jason and moved him to her opening,
busily spreading her lips for him.
"Now, Jason, please, fuck me. Oh, god, you are so big... stop...
wait... please, I'm tearing."
She was sweating heavily now, her eyes dilated and unfocused at
the lust controlled her. Her
breathing was ragged and labored.
"I'm being fucked... fucked so good... now, a little more... my
cunt is stretching... expanding to
take your big cock. Oh, a little more... yes, yes, so full.
Stop."
I could see Linda's squirming, her muscles working to take him.
Jason was being very gentle
with her, letting her dictate his entry speed. He almost acted
detached. Once, I saw him staring at
me as he waited for her.
"Now, I'm ready, now. Oh, oh, oh! ...aaahhhhh, holy
mother-fucking shit... my cunt's so
full....Jesus, Mary and Joseph that feels good... so
good....hahahah..."
She began babbling as Jason began to move in and out of her. Her
arms and legs were wrapped
tightly around his hard, lean body.
"Yessss, oh God I'm cummminngggg," she screamed as she slammed
her heels into the floor,
lifting herself and Jason into the air. Her back arched, body
rigid, eyes bugged out. I heard her
fart as she passed out.
Jason pulled out of her and grinned at his silent and approving
audience.
"Yeah!" he said and the room broke into action as all the hungry,
horny bodies attached to each
other. He came to me, his cock like a giant rod before him. I
couldn't move. Slowly, the tip of
his cock touched my lips, then slid up my cheek, leaving a trail
of Linda's love potion on my
cheek. I was shaking in desire, and in fear he'd force me.
"Let me take you, Cindy," he asked.
"No," I groaned.
"I can make you."
"Please, Jason, don't."
"Open your mouth for my cock," he commanded.
My mouth opened. I felt the weight of his cock on my lower lip.
Our eyes were locked. His cock
pulled back and he leaned to kiss me.
"I told you I'd wait for you," he said lovingly.
He turned and grabbed the first available woman, who happened to
be Mandy, the head
cheerleader. At the time she was sucking off a guy. Without
pity or mercy, Jason slammed that
monster deep into her asshole and fucked her long and hard until
I could see the muscles in his
legs spasming and his contorted face as he orgasmed. Mandy had
screamed like she was shot
when he penetrated, but was happily babbling, orgasming with him
at the end. I remember Mrs.
Parker saying a good ass fucking was a way to make a woman
surrender. I watched Mandy
around Jason after that day. Mrs. Parker was right. Mandy looked
at him like he was a god and
became one of his most devoted followers.
Me? I sat there throughout the entire orgy, my desire building,
my needs unmet.
The orgies occurred about twice a week. Apart from the orgies,
any of the males could have any
of the females anytime he wished. The ankle bracelets identified
the girls. The guys wore a gold
necklace. A secret password completed the matching process. As
the weeks passed, I noticed
more and more girls with bracelets and more guys with necklaces.
I estimated everyone in school
would be initiated by the end of the year.
I attended every orgy. Always I sat untouched, fully dressed.
Always he asked me and I refused.
There was a change in Jason's activities I discovered one day
when Cathy and Patti came into my
house one afternoon when they usually were at Jason's.
"Why aren't you at Jason's?" I asked, surprised to see them.
"He had a date," Cathy said, acting unfazed by his seeing another
woman. I looked out of my
window. In a few minutes, Mrs. Bennett, a married but very sexy
English teacher, came out of
Jason's apartment looking well fucked. Jason was branching out.
Being around all of this sex and not getting any was starting to
really eat on me. I would
masturbate like crazy, wearing out my poor vibrator, using more
batteries than a eight year old on
a Game Boy. It was to no avail. I needed a cock. One night
about two in the morning, I couldn't
sleep. Dressed only in a thin, transparent cotton nightgown, I
snuck downstairs. I guess mother
heard me because she met me at the door.
"Going to give yourself to Jason, Cindy?" she asked, brushing my
hair back lovingly. A kind,
sweet expression was on her face.
"Yes, mother. I am."
"Good, baby. I know you'll enjoy him." I realized she was under
his control. I wondered if he
had fucked her, so I asked. "Yes, dear," she said as she pushed
me out the door.
As I walked up to his door, it opened. It was Paula Jones.
"Hi, Cindy. Your turn next," she said with a giggle. I saw her
skipping down the sidewalk to her
car.
Jason stood there, smiling gently as he opened the door for me.
He closed the door to his
apartment. The warmth and love in his face was overpowering.
I'd have gone to bed with him
just as a result of that look.
"I'm ready, Jason," I said. He just stood there, smiling,
staring at me. "Jason? Jason?" He
leaned forward and tenderly kissed my lips. Again he stared at
me.
"What do you want, Jason?"
"I want you to feel how much I want you and want me that much,
Cindy."
Suddenly, sweat broke out all over my body. My pussy started
lubricating, flowing as much
liquid as if I had pissed. I felt the need for his cock so
severely... so intensely... I couldn't stand it.
I thought I would die if I did not get his cock in me.
"Jason, fuck me. Please. Fuck me. I need it so!"
"Beg me!" he said with a huge grin.
I ripped off my nightgown and fell prostrate at his feet. I
grabbed his leg, begging him, pleading
for him to take me. I crawled up him and sucked that monster into
my mouth. It was like I had
been in great pain, surgery perhaps, and the doctor had given me
morphine. A warm, wet,
tingling feeling came over me as soon as my lips closed on his
cock. I was on my knees before
him, his monster cock filling my mouth completely. But I wanted
it in my pussy. I held his ass in
my hands, scooting backwards towards the bed without letting his
cock leave my mouth. I
crawled on the bed and lay back.
"You'll know what I'm doing but you cannot move," he said.
I felt like I was watching someone else with him. I was already
so sexually aroused it was painful
but his hands were all over me, caressing, touching... god, it
felt good. He was commenting,
telling me how smooth my skin was, how he loved the way I felt,
how beautiful I was. He was a
man enamored with a particular woman trying to express to her how
special she was to him. I
knew for sure how much he loved me and that I always wanted to
belong to Jason.
He pulled my legs up, spreading me wide. He was very gentle,
penetrating me, ripping my
hymen. He had used his power to prevent me from having pain. I
just felt a warm fullness. We
cleaned up the blood, changed the sheets, and lay down together
again.
"Now, my one true love, you are freed to enjoy your man to the
fullest," he said in my ear.
"Yes, yes...yes!" I screamed as he filled me again. Even the pain
of his stretching me felt good as
he fucked me long and hard. I began to orgasm, gasping,
squealing, begging him to never stop
fucking me. I had multiple orgasms from his wonderful fucking.
Suddenly, I thought I was going
to catch on fire I was so hot. When I tried to breathe, I
couldn't.
"Jason! Stop, wait!"
"Like hell!" he muttered and started pounding me harder. He
pinned my arms over my head and
fucked me until orgasm after orgasm pounded me, each stronger
than the last. I had never
known anything like it. I passed out.
That day at school I was sore and in a daze. I'm sure it was
clear to the non-virgins what caused
my problem. Everyone could immediately tell I was one of three
women who belonged to Jason
Evans because I now wore a gold choker identical to the ones worn
by Patti and Cathy.
Mrs. Bennett stopped me in the hall to tell me she loved my new
necklace. I wondered if she
knew where and how I got it; so, I asked her.
"Yes, Cindy," she said sweetly. "He's very special, isn't he?"
"Yes, Mrs. Bennett, he is."
She hugged me, a warm, loving hug of two women sharing a special
feeling, a feeling generated
by a special man.
Wonders never ceased.
That night at dinner, mother said, "We have talked to Jason's
parents, Cindy. Jason's buying the
old Wentworth place down the street that's for sale. You and
Cathy are moving in with Jason.
Patti is moving in, too."
"What did you say, Mom?" I asked in total surprise.
"I said you, Cathy, Patti and Jason are moving in together. All
three of you belong to him. You
need to be with him more, to be in his house. It's for the best."
She patted my hand to reassure me, not that I needed it. Within
ten days, we were moved in.
That night the three of us young women slept with the man in our
lives. We lived with him the
rest of the school year.
I should point out Jason had a very active and extremely
lucrative consulting practice. More than
one businessman contacted him. Jason'd assist on solidifying
deals, in uncovering employee
theft or other problems he didn't explain to us.
But his big dollar consulting income was keeping marriages
together just as he had with the
Parkers. The way it worked is Jason would consult with the
husband and wife, then make
hypnotic suggestions to eliminate their marriage problems.
For example, take the Donalds. Mrs. Donald was fucking everything
she could find. More
importantly, she was telling everyone about it which embarrassed
Mr. Donald a great deal. Mr.
Donald was having problems staying hard as a result. Jason's cure
was to make Mr. Donald
control his erections and orgasms so he could fuck all night. He
made Mrs. Donald so she could
never tell anyone about any of her affairs, but she could tell
her girlfriends about the sex with her
husband as much as she wanted. It turned out she enjoyed talking
about it as much as she enjoyed
doing it. Then, nature took its course.
Or, the Clarks. Mrs. Clark had a deep seated fantasy to have sex
with another woman. She was
a closet bisexual. Mr. Clark had a mistress. Jason adjusted
their thinking a little. The mistress
moved into their house and everyone is happy.
I know of only one case where Jason made one party the other's
sex slave, and, it was a special
situation. I knew about it because Jason wanted Cathy and Patti
to advise him on it. Angela, the
wife, was a girl two years ahead of Patti and Cathy in school and
both of them knew her.
Angela had seduced and married a man forty when she was still a
senior in high school.
Beautiful and sexy, Angela was a complete slut, and very sexually
proficient. She had no
intention of being faithful and humiliated her husband by playing
around and making no attempt
to hide her adultery. And it wasn't just with men. She seduced
other women, too.
Jason's solution was simple. After Jason's hypnosis, Angela's
pussy went numb if she touched herself there. And, if a man or
other women touched her, she got cold chills and threw up on
them. She couldn't cum, not even from masturbating. The
exception, of course, was her husband.
Jason programmed her to be wildly sexual with him and orgasm
unbelievably. That power made
her suddenly very loving and devoted to her husband.
From his consulting, Jason was very rich and could have provided
everything we needed. But the
Parkers were the richest family in town. Patti was their only
child. And, Patti loved, absolutely and completely loved,
belonging to Jason.
I attended every orgy from then on, but I only participated like
Patti and Cathy did. We could
suck cock but not get fucked without his permission. While he
gave Cathy permission most of
the time when she asked, he wouldn't give Patti or me permission.
I had mixed feelings about
that. I mean the others were enjoying the fucking so much. But,
really, I enjoyed being Jason's
private woman. Only he fucked me.
We had a great Thanksgiving, all three families together under
one big roof. Already the parents
were talking about college, since Patti and Cathy were seniors.
It was amazing we all got along
so well together but I'm sure Jason did that, too. Three high
school girls, dressed in starched
white uniforms like maids, prepared and served the dinner so none
of the family members would
have to work.
About a week after thanksgiving, the four of us were at our home
one evening, sitting around
talking. As usual, we were all naked.
"What are you getting Mom and Dad for Christmas, Cathy?" I asked.
She and Jason looked at each other. Then, Patti giggled.
"What?" I asked.
"I thought we might give our parents their sexual fantasy for
Christmas," Jason said.
"Their fantasies? Do we know?"
"Well, I know your parents and Patti's parents. I don't know my
parents. I asked but they said they
were going skiing."
"What are their fantasies?" I asked.
"Cindy, the two fathers have the same fantasy. They want to have
sex with their daughters. Your
mother wants to have sex with a black man. Patti's mother wants
an orgy."
I was stunned at first but, then, I grinned. I mean, sex had
become the way of life for all of us and
a damn good way it was.
"And?" I said.
"You and Cathy are going with your father. Patti is going with
her father. David White and Leroy
Jones are taking your mother to the beach. And Mrs. Parker is
coming over here. The whole
hockey team will be available for her."
"Sounds delightful," I said.
School was out on December 19. We all agreed to meet in Aspen on
Christmas Day. Mother
was so funny when David and Leroy arrived to pick her up. She
couldn't keep her hands off
David's cock as we stood saying goodbye. I doubt they made it
past the first motel.
Patti and Mr. Parker were going ahead to Aspen, to the big home
all the families owned there. I heard Jason instructing his
beloved and beautiful sex slave in what she should do. I hoped
we'd find Mr. Parker alive when we arrived because Patti had
enough sexual energy to kill most men her father's age.
Cathy and I got the presidential suite at a major hotel downtown.
As I said, Jason made a lot of money.
Cathy, Dad and I were all so nervous. We daughters had picked out
matching, transparent, red
nighties. As I brushed my hair getting ready for him, I wondered
how he was going to like his
daughters and their shaved pussies. I thought about all he had
done for me over the years. Giving him his fantasy was just one
way I could repay him.
When we went in to the living room of the suite, Dad was sitting
on the couch in his bathrobe,
the TV off, the radio playing slow, romantic music. Cathy and I
sat on each side of him. He was
really nervous. We just snuggled for a while, talking, our bodies
resting on each other. Then, we
led him to the bedroom. When Cathy removed his robe, I was
pleased to see a nice, hard cock
waiting for us. We lay down on each side of him.
"Dad," Cathy said, "We want you to be perfectly still. Let us do
it all this first time."
We began to touch him, letting our fingers caress his body,
letting our mouths tickle him, our
breasts drag over his skin. When the poor man could stand no
more, Cathy leaned over him and
put his cock in her mouth. The excitement got to him and he fired
away. Like all Jason's
women, Cathy loved cum. She swallowed him down.
"No. Too soon," he moaned.
"Relax, Daddy. We have a whole week," I said as I kissed his
mouth, sticking my tongue down
his throat.
Then, as Cathy lowered her pussy over his mouth, enjoying his
experienced tongue on her twat, I
eased his hard cock into my hot cunt. My Dad was the only the
second man ever to fuck me. We
did everything for him and with him any woman or any two women
could do for a man. I don't
need to draw you a picture, but let me tell you about Cathy.
When Cathy said, "Dad, have you ever seen two women make love?" I
wanted to say, "It's his
Christmas present, not yours." But he was so eager to watch us,
I bit my tongue.
Cathy really is a superb lover. Back when she was younger and
had experimented with me, I
remember getting good feelings. But this was special. She
brought me to orgasm after orgasm,
then showed me how to do the same for her. I wouldn't turn down
a woman again, unless
Jason told me to, of course.
I'm pleased to report that my Dad's a stud. By the end of our
vacation with him, Cathy and I
admired his skills as a lover, making our love for him increase.
On Christmas Day, we were all in Aspen. Mr. Parker looked
exhausted and was glad to see us
arrive. Another day alone with Patti might have killed him as
she almost fucked him to death.
Jason's parents were non-committal. Mrs. Parker was so sore from
the week long orgy with
fifteen teen aged boys, she groaned in pain every time she moved,
but she said she'd loved it.
Mother had loved her beach outing with two young black studs. And
Dad sat and smiled.
We were all sitting around the place Christmas night. Cathy and
I were on each side of Jason.
Patti was at his feet, curled up between his legs. Jason had
bought some very nice, expensive
presents like clothes and jewelry for everyone. In fact, all the
presents were awesome.
"Did everyone enjoy their presents?" Jason's Mom asked. We all
did, happily discussing them.
Then Patti looked up at Jason. Her face was shining, her love and
desire for him very evident.
He leaned down and kissed her so softly, I trembled and my eyes
teared. I knew how much he
loved her. And I knew he loved me just as much.
"Everyone, we have one more present to announce, although it
won't be here until June. Patti's
pregnant."
Cathy and I knew about Patti, but I was surprised at the others'
reaction. Jason's parents and Patti's parents all acted happy and
excited about the new arrival. My parents were upset.
Mom, Dad, Cathy and I visited together in their room before we
went to sleep. They were worried about us getting pregnant.
"Mom and Dad," Cathy said, "Jason and I have discussed it at
length. I won't be getting pregnant.
I'll be going to college in the fall."
They were visibly relieved.
"How about you, honey?" Mom said to me.
"Jason said I was too young and he wanted me to wait."
"Jason's a smart young man," Dad said. I looked hard at them.
"I want you to know if it was up to me, I'd get pregnant
tonight," I said forcefully.
It seemed we all settled down after Christmas. I guess
pregnancies really do change your life.
Cathy, always an A student, concentrated on what she needed for
college. Patti continued school
but had lost interest. I'm a strong believer in school but in
Patti's situation, school wasn't a
necessity. Her parents would leave her rich. Her master, as she
called Jason, would leave her
richer. Cathy and Jason continued to go to the orgies, but Patti
and I dropped out. While I loved
to suck cock, I didn't miss it that much and Patti really
appreciated me staying at home with her.
In March, something happened that really bothered me. Jason, to
my knowledge, had never used
his powers evilly, that is, if you don't consider removing the
sexual inhibitions of every teenager
and a good part of the adults in town as evil.
The Physics teacher, Mr. Jefferson, was really an asshole.
Everybody knew that. Jason was on
course to graduate two years early, but he needed Physics. For
some reason, Mr. Jefferson hated
Jason. Jason tried but he couldn't get on his good side.
Except for Mrs. Bennett, who Jason was still fucking on a regular
basis, Jason kept his powers
away from school, saying he wanted to earn his education.
When Mr. Jefferson reporting a failing grade for Jason at
mid-semester, Jason went nuts.
We all three tried to calm him down but he was terribly angry.
I'd never seen him like that. Even
his Dad could not calm him. Patti was almost hysterical and
Cathy didn't know what to do.
When Jason said he was going to the Jefferson's house, I insisted
I go with him, hoping to be able
to keep him under control.
When Mr. Jefferson opened the door, Jason enslaved him. Mr.
Jefferson went blank and began to
obey.
"This is obscene, Jason. Please don't do it," I begged. His eyes
were hard. "Don't control me. I
need..."
He said my key word. Jason had Mr. Jefferson strip and lean
over the arm chair, his butt in the
air . He ordered me to get Mr. Jefferson's belt and stand behind
him.
Mr. Jefferson had a beautiful younger wife who was the apple of
his eye. The word at school was
Mr. Jefferson was very jealous but without reason. When Mrs.
Jefferson came down stairs, it
was clear Jason already controlled her. He had her slowly strip
while her husband watched. Then,
he ordered me to whip Mr. Jefferson with a belt, one stroke for
each time his wife said "fuck".
"Now, bitch, you want my cock so badly you'll do anything. You
know I'll the best you ever had,
so much better than your sorry husband. Beg for it, bitch. Crawl
to me and beg me to fuck you!"
She was pathetic, sobbing, begging.
"Please, Jason. I want to be fucked (whap) with that huge cock of
yours. Please fuck (whap) me.
Fuck (whap) me so good. I need it. I need to be fucked (whap)."
She crawled on her belly, begging him, as I whipped her husband.
Jason can last all day. He
really did give her the best fucking she ever had. Then he fucked
her ass. Unplanned by Jason,
Mrs. Jefferson was very vocal. She must have said fuck a hundred
times and her poor husband's
behind was raw from the spanking.
"Now, Mrs. Jefferson, you'll always remember your humiliation,
your shame. Your husband did
this to you. And, when it happened, he didn't even come to your
aid. You'll despise him. You
won't divorce, but you'll punish him by fucking three other men a
week, coming home to tell
him in graphic detail and have him eat their cum from your
pussy."
"Mr. Jefferson, you'll realize your shame. You'll absolutely hate
it, but you have no choice: you
will listen and eat the cum. You'll get hard from doing it and
masturbate. You'll be unable to get
hard from your wife and you'll never fuck her again. You'll give
her a list of your best friends
and students to fuck, so they will all know of her infidelity and
your inability to service her."
He made them remember all of it, including the wife's begging and
him fucking her. After giving
the standard instructions about not retaliating or telling, he
released them. They were sobbing,
cursing each other as we left.
"You're sure quiet," Jason said as we pulled into our driveway.
"I'm frightened, ashamed and sad. You can't lose control like
that. You have too much power.
You hurt that poor woman, destroyed their lives. They didn't
deserve that, Jason. It was cruel."
He didn't reply to me, going into the house alone as I sat in the
car and cried. We have two
bedrooms we use. There is the king sized bed where we all usually
sleep. But the other bedroom
has two double beds in case someone needs to be alone. Jason
slept with Cathy and Patti. I
slipped in and slept alone.
"Get up, Cindy! Get up!" Jason was standing over me.
"What time is it?" I asked, trying to awaken.
"Four thirty in the morning. Just put on your robe and follow
me."
I stumbled downstairs behind him. He drove us back to the
Jefferson's house. Mrs. Jefferson
was still awake, sitting in the living room, sobbing. When she
saw Jason, she fell on her knees
and begged him to fuck her again. That shows Jason's power and
his lovemaking ability. Jason
put her in a trance.
"Can I keep her as one of my woman, Cindy?" he asked. She was
very attractive but Jason had
enough women.
"Release her, Jason. Please," I replied.
He erased all her memories of the whole thing. She fell asleep
peacefully. Awakening Mr.
Jefferson, he erased his memory of it also, instead implanting an
order to be "fair, kind and
honorable" with his students.
Back at the house, he locked up as I trudged to my bed. I felt
him slip in with me.
"I need you, Cindy. Thanks for keeping me straight, for helping
me. I love you, little girl."
"I love you, too," I cried as he slipped between my legs.
I guess all lovers are this way. Sometimes sex is a wild,
demanding hard battle. Sometimes, it is
gentle and sweet. My Jason was very sweet that night.
Hypnotic suggestion wears off over time, like paint on a fence
fading in the sun, although Jason
was so good his lasted longer than usual. Patti was an ideal
subject and his suggestions to her
melded so perfectly with her own deepest desires, little
reinforcement was necessary. Jason
reinforced me, but it wasn't necessary. I did deeply and honestly
love him and I wanted to please
him as any woman wants to please her man.
But Cathy was different. She really did have very strong lesbian
feelings and her love for Patti
was stronger than her love for Jason. Jason intentionally didn't
reinforce Cathy's hypnotic
suggestions. As a result, it was clear by May, Cathy would be
going away to college and not
coming back to us. I knew I would miss my sister, but I was glad
she was going.
Patti, Jason and I fit together like a dream. Cathy was always
the odd man out.
I was sixteen the first week in June. Beautiful, healthy, Jason
Reagan Evans was born on my
birthday. Patti and J.R., as we call him, are doing fine, thank
you.
So, that was my first year with Jason. I learned so much. Except
for his one incident with the
Jeffersons, Jason worked very hard to use his power properly and
not hurt anyone. I was proud
to be there for him when he needed me. He had helped me with my
intellectual capacity and I'm
graduating early. Next year will be my final year of high
school. Jason graduated this year and
started college. He says he needs knowledge no matter how much
power he has.
I don't know if I'll go to college or not. Honestly, I'd like
his child growing in me. That's
me talking and not Jason's power. Believe me. I know the
difference.
The End
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E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com
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