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ABSOLUTE POWER 1
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She froze in place, her expression changing to one of shock and
disgust.  "What did you say to me?" she asked angrily.  "You didn't
just say..."

Oh shit!  It hadn't worked!  He had known that almost as soon as he
spoke to her.  The power that he had felt when he had talked to Terry,
the power that he had felt projecting outward, he had not felt it with
Julie.  There had been no projection.  Why not?  What went wrong?  Had
the power deserted him?  Had he ever really had it to begin with?

"Forget I said that," he barked desperately, pushing himself at her,
convinced that he had just dug himself a grave.  But this time he did
feel the power leaving him.

And this time it did work.  "Forget you said what?" Julie asked, her
angry expression leaving and her puzzled expression returning.  "What
are you talking about?"

He breathed a sigh of relief.  What had happened?  The power WAS still
there and did still work, but was it intermittent?  Why hadn't it
worked the first time?

"Paul," she said, confused, her eyebrows scrunched up.  "Something
strange is going on here.  What..."

"Nothing strange is going on here," he told her, projecting.  Again he
felt the power at work.

"Oh," she said, her normal, ditsy inquisitive blonde expression coming
back in an instant.  "Well that's good to know."  A little bit of the
confusion returned.  "What were we talking about now?"

He didn't answer her.  It occurred to him where he had just made his
mistake.  When he had asked her about masturbation he had ASKED her
something, he had not TOLD her something.  The power apparently did not
work for individual questions because questions were interrogatory and
not commands.  But what if the question was phrased as an order?  Was
it all just a matter of semantics?  Hmmm.

"Paul," she asked.  "Are you sure you're okay?"

Though he knew he should not be doing this, he could not seem to help
himself.  Suddenly, knowing this woman's personal secrets seemed like
something he needed to do.  Besides, he justified to himself, he was
just testing out the power, seeing how it worked, wasn't he?  There was
no real harm.  "Tell me Julie," he said, projecting as his did so, "do
you masturbate a lot?"

The shocked expression returned to her face, shock and disgust at what
he had said.  He was exasperated. Now what?  He had felt the power go
out and he had phrased the question as a command by placing the words:
"tell me" at the beginning.  So why wasn't she answering now?

But she DID answer.  "About three times a week or so," she said, the
disgusted expression remaining and turning to one of disbelief as the
words came out of her mouth.  She shook her head and shuddered a
little.  "Jesus," she spat at him.  "Why did you ask that?  Why did I
answer it?"  Without waiting for a reply she turned and began storming
towards her house.

"Wait," he commanded her, sending a strong projection.  She froze in
her tracks.

"Why am I waiting here?" she asked, fear in her voice now.  "Why am I
doing what you're telling me?  What is going on?"

She was answering him now and was obeying him, that was true.  But she
was reacting just as if he did not have the power otherwise.  Why?

"Paul," she said, trembling, near tears.  "I don't know what you're
doing to me but I'm going to scream if you don't let me go.  I'll..."

"Be quiet," he commanded.  "Let me think."

Her mouth snapped instantly shut though she continued to tremble in
place.

She was reacting the way she was, he deduced after a moment's
reflection, because he had not commanded her NOT to.  She was answering
him and doing as he said, but she was not liking it a bit.  It seemed
that Mr. Clinton had been right.  This power thing would take
practice.  "Come here," he told Julie.

Without hesitation she turned and walked back over to him.  She kept
quiet as she did it, as per instruction, but her face was working on
moving beyond fear and into horror.

"There is nothing unusual about our conversation," he told her.  "It is
the kind of thing that any neighbors discuss with each other.  Nothing
that I have said has been offensive or hostile.  Nothing that I will
say to you will be offensive or hostile."

The fear left her face in the blink of an eye and the natural,
inquisitive neighbor expression came back.  Okay, Paul thought.  We're
getting somewhere.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

She continued to stare at him pleasantly, not saying a word.

"Oh," he said, shaking his head a little. Another little mistake
discovered.  "You can talk now and I want you to answer all of my
questions truthfully."

"Okay," she said, smiling.  "I'm feeling kind of strange actually.  You
see, I feel like something has just scared the daylights out of me and
I seem to remember you saying something scary to me a minute ago.  But
I don't know why I feel like that.  All you asked me is how much do I
masturbate, right?"

"Right," he agreed.

"That's a perfectly normal question, isn't it?"

"I suppose," he said, feeling a shiver of excitement surging through
him.  It was working!  She thought that was a perfectly normal question!

"I can't imagine why that would upset me," she said.  She shrugged.
"Oh well.  Probably just my blonde hair taking hold."

"Maybe," he said.  "And are you a real blonde?"

"Yes I am," she said.

He nodded, feeling an erection begin beneath his sweat shorts as he
contemplated the possibilities of what he was doing.  The erection was
countered by his conscious.  He wasn't really going to further this
encounter was he?  He had had a little fun, had found out a little
personal information about the gossiping Julie, but it needed to end
right?  Right?

"Tell me," he said, telling himself that he was just going to ask a FEW
more questions and then let her go with orders to forget she had seen
him today, "why do you masturbate three times a week?"

"Because it feels good to masturbate," she replied, "and that's the
only time I get to have an orgasm."

"Rich doesn't give you orgasms?" he asked, a little surprised.  Rich
was a handsome, athletic former football player that could be seen
jogging up and down the street every morning.  He had once told Paul
that he jogged thirty miles a week.

She shook her head a little sadly and then said: "He likes to have sex
a lot, that's true, but he does it the same way every time.  He just
climbs on, does it for a few minutes, and then he's done."  She
explained this in the same manner that she would have explained how
Rich did not do as much housework as she thought he should.

"Don't you ever have him eat your pussy or anything?" he asked next,
feeling his erection grow.  Pretty soon it was going to get noticeable.

"No. He's not like you," she said.  "He thinks going down on a woman is
dirty."

"What do mean he's not like me?" Paul asked surprised.

She gave a sly smile.  "Terry told me once that you love to go down on
her.  She said you're pretty good at it."

"Terry told you THAT?" he asked, astounded.

Julie giggled a little.  "She'd had a few glasses of wine with me at
the time.  Remember the neighborhood pool party over at Andy and
Lynn's?  That was when she told me."

He remembered that party.  It had been the previous summer and Terry
had indeed gotten good and drunk there.  He even remembered her going
off and having an extended conversation with Julie near the corner of
Lynn and Andy's back yard.  Julie had been swollen and pregnant with
Kyla at the time.

"Did you tell anybody else about this?" he asked, knowing the answer
but wanting to hear it for himself.

"Of course," she said simply.  "I told all of the women in the
neighborhood about it.  I tell them anytime something like that comes
to my attention.  Most of them seemed pretty envious.  You see, a good
male pussy eater is pretty rare."

"Wow," Paul said, stunned by the knowledge that the entire neighborhood
not only knew about his fetish for cunnilingus but also were envious of
Terry for it.  "And what about you?  Are you envious?"

"Very," she said.  "I've never had anybody eat my pussy until I came.
I can't even imagine what it feels like."

"Uh huh," he said, pulling his shirt down as far as it would go to
cover his hard-on, which was now poking out impressively.  "And what if
I would have offered to do that for you?  Would you have let me?"

"No," she said.  "It would be wrong."

"So you don't cheat on your husband?"

"I have twice," she said.  "Once last year and once four months ago.
The first time was with my trainer at the gym and the second time was
with my dentist."  She shook her head a little.  "Disappointing both
times.  They weren't any better at sex than Rich is."

"Wow," he said again, in awe of her brutal honesty with him.  "This is
really amazing shit."

"Is it?" she asked.  "How come?"

"Never mind," he told her.  "Tell me, why wouldn't you cheat with me if
you would cheat with a trainer and a dentist?"

"Because Terry is my friend and because you are Rich's friend," she
explained.  "It's one thing to cheat with a man that my husband doesn't
know but it's quite another thing to cheat with a friend's husband."

"I see," he said.  "But what if I wasn't Terry's husband and Rich's
friend.  What if you knew what you know about me but I was a stranger
to your husband.  Would you want to cheat with me then?"

"You wouldn't be able to keep me off of you," she said.  "I'd give
anything to have a man eat my pussy and make me come.  Besides, Terry
also told me that you're pretty good in other aspects of sex too.
According to your wife, you're quite a good lay."

"I'll have to thank Terry for that sometime."

"I think you should," she agreed.

Paul looked at her for a moment, not speaking.  His erection was now
painful in his shorts and he was having very lustful thoughts about
this woman he was speaking to.  He looked at her alluring body once
again, imagining stroking it, touching it, and licking it.  What had
seemed dreadfully wrong last night now seemed dreadfully right.  After
all, he could do it without anyone knowing he was doing it, without
Julie herself knowing he was doing it.

"Take me into your house," he told her, projecting once again.  "And
again, nothing that I ask of you will seem the least bit unusual.  You
will comply with it all."

"Okay," she said, nodding affirmatively.  "Let's go."

She led him into her living room and closed the door behind them.
Their house was an exact copy of his.   They had the same sunken family
room off of the kitchen and the hallway.  The only difference was the
carpet and the d cor.  Rich and Julie's was set up with a less complex
entertainment center but nicer furniture.  She offered him a seat on
the couch and then asked if he would like anything to drink or eat.

"Not at the moment," he told her.  "Come and sit next to me."

She did so, plopping herself down on the couch.  She looked at him
expectantly.

"Tell me how you masturbate yourself," he said.

"Well," she explained.  "Most of the time I just rub myself with my
fingers while I'm in the bathtub.  I always take a bath after I do my
gardening but before Kyla wakes up.  Usually that's when I'm horny
too.  You know, the warm water and the bubbles and all."

"I see," he said.  "And what do you think of while you're doing it?"

"Men," she said.  "Nice, gentle, hunky men that treat my body like it
should be treated.  I think of having men eat me a lot.  Like I said,
I've never been eaten well in my life."  She smiled lustily.  "That
always does the trick."

"Show me," he told her.

"Okay," she chirped, popping up and leading him through the house.

They went up stairs and into the master bedroom, which contained the
master bathroom.  The bathtub was oversized, large enough for two.  She
reached down and turned on the taps, spending a moment adjusting the
water.  Paul looked at her ass as she did this, seeing the pale cheeks
protruding from the bottom of her shorts.  Unable to help himself he
reached out and stroked one of her cheeks with his finger, feeling the
soft, pale flesh.

She jumped, emitting a startled scream at the contact.  She turned to
face him, her face angry. "What do you think you're doing?" she
yelled.  "How dare you touch me there!  I think you'd better leave
right now!"

Shit.  He had forgotten to modify her programming to accept that.
Though he had commanded her to consider anything that he asked her to
do to be acceptable, he had not asked her to allow him to touch her ass.

"Forget that I just touched you," he ordered, and instantly her face
went back to neutral.  She turned and began adjusting the water again.
He took a few deep breaths, trying to think of a way to phrase what he
needed to say.  Christ this power thing was like walking through a
minefield.  "Julie," he finally said, projecting again, "nothing that
occurs between us is unusual.  You will react to whatever happens
without regard to the social consequences.  You will obey my commands
and you will respond to what we do together as your body commands, not
your mind.  If it is pleasurable, you will enjoy it.  If you want to do
something, you will do it.  Do you understand?"

"Perfectly," she said, not even looking back.  She made a few more
adjustments to the water and then stood up.

She reached for a bottle of bubble bath but Paul stopped her, telling
her to disregard that particular phase of her bath for this particular
afternoon.  He wanted to SEE what she did.  She dropped the bottle and
then began to remove her clothing.

"Oh yeah," he said to himself as he watched her.

She pulled off her shoes and socks, tossing the former towards the walk-
in closet, dumping the latter into a hamper next to the sink.  She then
pulled off her T-shirt, revealing her perky tits that were clad in a
plain white brassiere.  Without hesitation she reached behind her and
undid the clasp, letting the bra fall free.  Her tits were about the
size of softballs and were very firm.  The nipples were not erect but
were still nice to look at.  He felt a surge of excitement blast
through him as he watched.  Julie, the woman he had lusted after, was
undressing before him!  He was looking at her tits!  And they were just
as nice as he had always imagined they would be.

She unsnapped her shorts and let them drop to her feet, revealing a
pair of white cotton panties.  She then grabbed the waistband of them.

"Wait," Paul commanded.

She stopped, her thumbs still hooked into the elastic, her eyes looking
at him, awaiting the next command.

"Let me take them off of you," he said.

"Okay," she said, a little tremble in her voice.  He saw her nipples
suddenly stand up as she became aroused at the thought of him doing
this.  The command to let her body enjoy the sensations was working.

He sank to his knees before her and let his hands run up and down the
outside of her legs a few times, feeling the firm, feminine flesh
beneath his fingers.  Goose bumps broke out on her at his touch and his
erection became almost painful beneath his shorts.  He was touching
Julie in intimacy!  He moved his hands over her skin and across the
back of her thighs, up over the rounded portion of her ass, until his
fingers were touching cotton instead of skin.  Grasping the waist of
her panties he tugged downward, baring her lower stomach and the top of
her pubic hair.  It was blonde, just a few shades darker than that on
her head.

"This is really turning me on," she whispered from above him.

"Me too," he agreed, letting his hands continue their work. He slid the
panties the rest of the way down, allowing her to step out of them.  As
they fell, the odor of her sex hit his nose.  Since she had been
outside in the sun working in her garden her scent was very powerful,
almost eye-watering at close range.  The smell was of musk and sweat
mixed together, almost feral in nature.  Her pubic hair was slightly
damp around her vulva; the curly blonde hairs matted a little.  Her
lips were peaking out at him from the nest, slightly reddened and
swollen from her arousal, moisture clearly glinting on them.  He could
not resist letting his finger slide between them, feeling the slippery
wetness of her membranes.

"Ohh," she moaned at his touch, angling her hips forward, trying to
force penetration.

He rubbed up and down a few times, spreading her juices around,
watching as her clit peeked out from its hood.  Her clit was larger
than Terry's, a little pinker in contrast to her pale skin.  He let his
knuckle slide over it, making her jump and squeal.

"You like it when I touch your pussy?" he asked her, letting his finger
slide between her folds.  She was tight, very tight for a woman who had
given birth less than a year ago.

"Yess," she sighed, twirling her hips around.  "I love it."

"Does Rich touch you like this?"

"No," she breathed as he continued to finger-fuck her.  "He just jabs
it in a few times before he fucks me.  He's not as gentle."

"Too bad," he observed.

"Yes, it is," she agreed, clenching at him with her smooth thighs.

Keeping his finger sheathed within her, he stood up, letting his other
hand caress her breasts.  His thumb rubbed her nipple, making it grow.
"Do you ever think of me when you play with yourself?" he asked her,
leaning down and kissing her bare shoulder.

"Yes," she told him.  "Quite often."

"What do you think about me doing to you?"

"Eating me," she said, her words a little broken as he moved his mouth
to her slender neck and began nibbling.  "I imagine Terry loaning you
to me for a day, about you having to do whatever I say."

"And what do you tell me to do?" he asked, biting her earlobe.

"I make you kiss me everywhere.  I make you suck my toes, my legs, my
tits, and finally my pussy.  I make you eat me all day long, in every
position."

"Would you like your fantasy to come true?" he asked her, adding
another finger to her tightness, kissing his way across her face.

"Oh yess!"

"Show me how you rub yourself first," he told her.  "Make yourself come
in the bathtub for me.  And then I'll eat you alive."

"Oh yesss!" she cried, breaking free of the embrace.  She climbed into
the tub and immediately submerged her body beneath the water.  She
closed her eyes and began to run her hands up and down her body, over
her breasts and over her inner thighs.  "I am soooo horny right now,"
she told him.

"Let's see you do your work," he told her, kicking off his own shoes.
"I'm gonna jack off while you do it."

Panting, she spread her legs obscenely, draping each of her feet on the
sides of the tub.  Her hand dropped into her crotch and her fingers
began to rub, slowly at first, in little circles around her clit.

Paul quickly undressed, revealing his turgid member.  It was dripping
with pre-come, the veins bulging out.  Standing over the edge of the
tub he took it in hand and began to stroke up and down while he watched
her pleasure herself.  Her hand began to move faster, with more force
and so did his.  Water began to splash from her efforts.  Her face
flushed bright red and she panted uncontrollably.  Her hips began to
undulate up and down.  By the time he felt the inevitability of his own
orgasm building within him her hand was a blur between her legs, her
arm muscles bulging outward at the forced pressure upon herself.

"I'm comingggg," she moaned.  "Ohhhh Goddd!"

As she came, so did he.  Bracing himself against the wall to keep from
falling he felt the tremors moving through his body and began to
shoot.  Blast after blast of hot sperm flew from his member, striking
her face, her neck, splashing into the water near her submerged
breasts.  Her tongue lapped at a globule that was on her upper lip.

"That was good," she sighed as she wiped the rest off her face with a
washcloth.  "I wish Rich would do things like that with me."

"Maybe I'll see what I can arrange for you," he told her.  "But in the
meantime..." He held out his hand.  "Shall we move on to part two of
our little deal?"

"I think we should," she said, taking his hand and allowing him to pull
her from the tub.

She dried off quickly and then led him to her bed.  It was neatly made
with a patterned blue comforter on top.  She lay on her back atop it,
her head on a pillow, her legs spread widely, an expectant expression
on her face.  He kneeled on the other end at her feet, taking her left
leg in his hands and bringing her foot to his face.  It was a small,
dainty foot with professionally manicured nails.  He rubbed it across
his cheek a few times and then licked at the top of it, making her
giggle.  Finally, staring into her eyes, he took her big toe into his
mouth, sucking it, bathing it with his saliva while his hands stroked
her smooth shaven calf.  She trembled beneath him, making little
squealing noises as her fantasy came to life.

He sucked her toes one by one, driving her nearly crazy with desire.
It was obvious that her lower digits were a particularly erogenous zone
for her.  At last he left them behind and began to kiss his way up her
ankle to her calf, alternating between licks and sucks, switching from
one leg to the other.  He spent a great deal of time on the back of her
knees, an area that made her moan almost continuously as he licked it,
and on her inner thighs, which he found particularly erotic.  The skin
there was baby soft and smooth.  He licked up and down, kissing here,
biting there, moving his mouth back and forth from one to the other and
tasting that salty flesh.  At last he worked his way up to the junction
of her thighs and her crotch.  He ran his tongue slowly through the
groove here, feeling her pubic hair tickling his cheek, smelling her
clean, fresh musk permeating the air.

Instead of letting his lips attack her slit, he simply let his nose
slide briefly through it, wetting the tip and branding her scent upon
his face.  She spasmed a little at the contact and then giggled in
delight as his mouth came down on her lower stomach.  He worked his way
to the side, kissing up her flank, over her ribs until he came to her
armpit. His mouth licked here a few times and then he was nibbling and
kissing across her shoulder, up her neck, finally reaching her flushed
face.

While his hands went to work on her breasts he kissed her mouth for the
better part of ten minutes, sliding his tongue inside where it swirled
with hers on a film of saliva.  She was a very good kisser.  Not quite
as good as Terry, but close.  They sucked each other's tongues, each
other's lips, alternating between teasing, playful kisses and deep,
passionate ones.

Finally he began to work his way downward once more, kissing her neck
and her ears before working to the top of her chest.  He slowly let the
back of his tongue trail up the swell of her right breast until he
contacted the nipple.  He took the hard nubbin between his lips,
suckling it like a baby while she ran her fingers through his hair.  He
switched back and forth between her two breasts, sucking her nipples
into half-inch protrusions before continuing southward down her abdomen
and over her stomach.  He tongued her belly button for a moment and
then followed the trail of downy hair until his nose was once more
moving through her nest of golden curls.

Her legs were still spread widely when he finally addressed her
vagina.  He positioned himself so that his face was hovering above her
sex and her legs were draped over his shoulder.  Her lips were swollen
to an angry red thickness, her clit sticking out nearly a quarter of an
inch from its sheath.  Her odor was very strong in the air, the odor of
lust, of desire.  Slowly he lowered his face to her and let his tongue
slide between those engorged lips, tasting the sharpness of her juices.

"Ohhhh," she grunted, in ecstasy at his ministrations.

He lapped gently at her, probing occasionally between her slippery lips
with the tip of his tongue.  He licked her up and down, spreading her
with his fingers to enhance his access.  When she began to buck up and
down he slid a finger inside of her, quickly following it up with
another.  He moved them in and out, up and down, twirling them this way
and that.  His tongue began to stab gently at her clit, sliding over
it, making it swell further.

"Yes, ohhhh yessss," Julie panted as he stimulated her pleasure center.

He began to suck lightly upon it, drawing it into his mouth as he had
her nipple.  The effect upon her was instant and dramatic.  Her hips
began to rise up and down; her fingers began to pull at his hair.  He
sucked harder, drawing the orgasm from her bit by bit until she was
nearly screaming, her crotch nearly beating against his face.

When her tremors died down he lifted his wet face from her crotch and
looked at her.  She was still quite flushed, a wide smile on her face.

"Was that how I do it in your fantasy?" he asked her.

"Exactly like it," she told him.  "Exactly."  She reached down and
hooked her hands into his armpits, pulling him upward, forcing his body
to lie atop her.  She began to kiss his face, lapping at her own
secretions with her tongue, cleaning them from his skin.

He felt the tip of his cock nestled in her wet nest of hair.  Her legs
were still spread and it would only be matter of angling down and
forward and he would be sheathed within her tightness.  But he
restrained himself.

He let her kiss and lick at his face and neck for a moment and then he
stopped her.  He gave her one more kiss and then her rolled off of her
until he was on his back.  His cock stood proudly up in the air,
waiting its turn.

"Are you on birth control?" he asked her.

"Yes," she panted.  "The pill."

"Good," he said, putting his hands behind his head.  "I want you to get
on top of me and fuck me now.  Use your body to make me come in you.  I
don't want to have to move."

She smiled a little doubtfully, raising up to her knees.  "I've never
done anything like that before," she said.  "Rich always has me lie on
my back."

"I have every confidence in you," he said.  "Now get to work."

Sliding one leg over his body she straddled him, facing forward.  She
grasped his cock in her hands and positioned herself so that she was
hovering right over the top of him.  She rubbed the head in her
saturated slit a few times, wetting it thoroughly.  She then put it
right between the lips.

"Are you ready?" she asked him, a playful look on her face.

"Yes," he said.  "Fuck me good Julie."

She sank down upon him, his cock sliding easily into her slippery
tightness to the hilt.  He groaned as he felt her pubis meet his, as he
felt her curly hairs rubbing against his.  She clenched her vaginal
muscles knowingly, making her sheath even tighter, and then she slowly
raised herself upward once more.   She began to move up and down upon
him, slowly at first and then with more speed as she got into the
rhythm.  He tried to lie still as she fucked him, tried to let her do
the work, but her pussy felt so good upon his cock that he could not
help but raise his hips upward on each of her downstrokes.

Coupled with the intense physical pleasure she was providing him, the
forbidden aspects of what he was doing to her was adding intensity to
the experience he couldn't have fathomed before.  He was lying in
Julie's bedroom, on the bed she shared with her husband, and she was
fucking his cock while the taste of her blonde pussy was still in his
mouth.  That was so excitingly wrong, so nasty, so taboo.

He was only able to keep his hands behind his head for a minute or so
while she humped atop him before the sight of her bouncing breasts got
to him.  He grabbed her tits, perhaps a little roughly but she didn't
seem to mind.  He squeezed them as she moved atop him, pinching the
nipples between his fingers.

"Come on, faster Julie," he ordered her, "fuck me faster.  Make me
come."

She picked up her pace, sweat starting to run from her face now as her
hips pistoned with more force.  A wet squish and a drool of juices into
his crotch accompanied each stroke.

"Faster, harder," he commanded.  "You can do it.  Fuck that come out of
me.  Fuck it out of me!"

Again she increased her force and speed.  Finally he could take it no
more.  The sight of his beautiful neighbor pounding away as hard as she
could, sweat flying off of her face, her juices pouring onto the bed,
became too much for him.  He felt his orgasm straining for release.
Julie, sensing this, redoubled her efforts, moving her pelvis in
circles in addition to up and down.

"I'm gonna come in you," he grunted, his pelvis thrusting back at her.
"You're making me come Julie, you're making me come!"

"Yessss," she said, continuing to pump up and down, "Do it.  Come in
me."

He passed the point of no return and tingles began to run up and down
his spine.  His orgasm spread throughout him, tensing every muscle,
sending waves of pleasure exploding throughout him.  With a groan he
began to shoot inside of her clenching wetness, sending his sperm
splashing against her cervix.

"Oh Goddd, I can feel it!" she moaned, not missing a beat as she began
to come as well.  "I made you come!  It's making ME come!"

Afterward she collapsed atop him, her breasts pushing against his
chest, her face buried in his sweaty neck, his cock still nestled in
her drooling vagina.  They held each other in silence as their
heartbeats returned to normal, as the perspiration evaporated from
their naked skin.

At last she looked up at him, her face dry but her bangs still damp.
"Why haven't we ever done this before?" she asked.  "That was
incredible."

He kissed her nose, letting his fingers stroke her smooth back.  "I
guess we just never thought about it before," he told her.

"We simply HAVE to do this again," she said.  "How about tomorrow
afternoon?"

"I'll be at work tomorrow," he told her.

"Oh," she said.  "Well how about tomorrow night then?  Maybe after
dinner?"

"Won't Rich be home then?" he asked.

"Well sure," she said, the look of puzzlement back on her face.  "What
does that have to do with anything?"

"I don't really think old Rich would appreciate me coming in and
fucking his wife while he's home."

The look remained.  "Why wouldn't he?" she asked.  "It's just fucking.
There's nothing unusual about that, is there?  I don't see why he would
mind you fucking me."

This was such a bizarre conversation, Paul thought, almost as bizarre
as the one he had had with President Clinton the night before.  But
then it occurred to him why.  He had programmed Julie to believe that
nothing that they did in her house was unusual.  To her, the idea of
giving her body to the next door neighbor was as natural and common as
borrowing a cup of sugar or a power tool.  He certainly could not leave
her like that.

"We'll see," he finally told her, his mind already starting to go over
his exit order to her.

By the time he got himself dressed he thought he had it.

"Julie," he told her, projecting as he spoke.  "The moment I walk out
this door you will forget that I was ever here and that we ever talked
to each other or saw each other today.  In your memories this day will
have gone as most of your other weekdays go.  Your moral code and your
ideas on right and wrong will go right back to the way that they always
were.  You will take a long shower, cleansing yourself thoroughly,
particularly your vaginal area.  If you feel soreness or if your
receive any other indications that you had any sort of sexual contact
today you will ignore them and not speculate on their origins."

"Okay," Julie said, smiling and kissing his face affectionately.

He thought for a moment.  Had he left anything out?  Had he forgotten
some small detail that would come back to haunt him?  He could not be
sure but he also could not think of anything else to add.  He would
keep an eye on Julie over the next few days.

They shared one last kiss before Paul walked out the door.  The moment
it closed Julie found herself staring at it, wondering what she was
doing there.  Why had she gone to the door?  She did not know.

"God," she said to herself, shaking her head a little. "I'm such a
blonde sometimes."

She looked at the clock and saw that Kyla would be waking up any time
from her nap.  Where had her day gone?  She hadn't even finished her
laundry or her house cleaning yet.  Well, she had better get on it
right quick so she would be finished before Rich came home.  But first,
she really needed to take a shower.  Though she had already taken her
bath after gardening she still felt dirty for some reason.  She began
to walk towards the bathroom.

As she moved through the hallway she distantly noticed that her crotch
was aching in a pleasant way and that she felt kind of... well wet down
there.  But it wasn't important.  She dismissed it.

As she walked past the bed on her way to the bathroom she noticed a
large white stain on the blue comforter.  It almost looked as if...
well, no that couldn't be it.  She hadn't done anything like that.

 As instructed she ignored the stain and went in to start her shower.



More later perhaps.

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