Message-ID: <40101asstr$1041030622@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <liptonsoup1951@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <20021227032759.22513.qmail@web10907.mail.yahoo.com> From: Jack C Lipton <liptonsoup1951@yahoo.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 26 Dec 2002 19:27:59 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} Jumpstart (F+M ROM reluc MC psi) Date: Fri, 27 Dec 2002 18:10:22 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/40101> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: newsman, gill-bates Author: Jack C Lipton Title: JumpStart Part: 1/ Universe: psi phi Summary: Telepaths spend a lot of time as latents, but it's better to be latent than never. Keywords: F+M ROM reluc MC psi Revision: $Revision: 1.9 $ Archive: Mailing List: FAQ: JumpStart by Jack C Lipton It was a funny situation for me to be in, for sure, pulled over by a State Trooper on I-684, mid-way between Rye and I-84, guided into the rest area. I didn't know how much that stop was going to change things- actually, how much it would change ME and the way I looked at the world. I'd been working down in Rye on a contract and was renting a room from an aunt up in Fishkill; It sure beat commuting to and from my home down near Princeton. Granted, spending four nights a week away from my wife and family wasn't the easiest thing on me but it seemed like she could use the break from me. I've never been easy to live with. So now I was in a parking space with a cruiser behind me- as if I was going to try to back out. No choice now but to run down my window and turn off the car. Sitting there resignedly, thinking that I'd not been speeding enough to attract attention, given the rest of the traffic- though, in fact, I'd been speeding along with all of the rest ... And look who got caught. A gentle contralto voice asked me for my license and registration. Before the voice even registered, I had the necessary paperwork in my hand and was handing it out the window. To a woman trooper. Taking the paperwork from my hand left me an opportunity to make a quick scan; It wasn't like there was much else to pay attention to. Well, she wouldn't likely be a good candidate for anyone's Swimsuit edition but she was well-built anyway, able to withstand minor famines and enough muscle that I'd not want her annoyed with me. (Women don't show muscles the way a man does; If you can see muscles on a woman, she's got way more than you do.) I was cowed even without her making any effort at intimidation. I guess you'd say I'm easy to intimidate. "Do you know how fast you were going, sir?" Polite, too, far more polite than needed. This didn't yet trigger any anxiety on my part. "I think I was running between 70 and 75, keeping up with the flow. I don't like the idea of being an obstacle, ma'am." I can't help it; I must've been programmed to incriminate myself, but politeness never hurt. If I was going to collect some points, it was my fault for attracting attention, not her fault for catching me. "A little far from home, aren't you?" I nodded. "I'm working a contract down in Rye and staying during the week up in Fishkill. It sure beats trying to make the run home every day. The TZB is a real pain in the butt." I could hear her chuckle before she asked the next question. "Have you had anything to drink tonight?" That one came from left field. Being a tee-totaler this wasn't something I'd expect to be asked. "No ma'am, I don't drink." "Well you were wandering a bit on the road- and at the speed of the rest of the traffic, I'd think that'd be a problem." I had to grant her that. "I didn't say I was a great driver ma'am, and I allowed myself to get a little distracted on the road." Distracted? That was an understatement. I was seriously depressed. While my instincts for self-preservation were intact, my enthusiasm was not. "If you would please step out of the car?" I sighed, undid my seat belt and opened the door, climbing out in as non-threatening way as possible. (Not that my physique could threaten anybody.) "Yes ma'am." I was put through the drill that you see on the cop shows- walking lines, hand-nose tests, etc. Very fortunately this didn't include the Austrian drunk test (the only memorably good part of Steve Martin's "Man with Two Brains") and was sure that I did fine. I stay clear of alcohol and drugs, so it was almost impossible for me to fail. Well, I didn't actually fail those tests- not realizing that I'd passed a test that the State Police doesn't normally administer. "Lock up your car, hand me your keys." My shoulders slumped. I locked up and handed her my keys. She opened the back door of her cruiser. "Get in." Sighing, I complied. The door closed on me. I was getting pretty anxious as she pulled out a cell-phone and made a call. Talking, She smiled into the car at me and even gave me a thumb's up. This didn't look like it was truly official business. Could she have chosen someone like me to torture and kill? While I was depressed enough that my own death wasn't something to assiduously avoid, I wouldn't want to be in pain. Then the more distressing thought- Oh, God. Was my wife going to be notified that a surprised looking corpse had been found in a gully somewhere up here? Just thinking about what my wife could end up going through gave me a sudden spike of fear, tying up my guts. She suddenly looked at me with a strange look of discomfort on her face before she opened her door and yelled at me- "Calm down, calm down, you're safe, listen to me, you're safe, no one is going to hurt you! You hear me? Relax, you're safe. I won't let anyone hurt you!" Like a switch had been thrown I calmed down. How did she do that? I felt myself relax- against all logic- and sat there like a sheep. She closed the door again for a short bit as she completed her call and then climbed into the car. "Jack, don't worry, don't be so upset. I have no interest in seeing you hurt. Can you trust me that much?" It's funny, but I could feel something telling me that I could, actually, trust her. It was the oddest feeling. Hesitantly, I finally nodded. "Good. I have some friends that have to talk to you; They won't want you hurt either, so you'll be quite safe. You'll be fine. OK?" I nodded again, numbly. I was feeling very passive. "So, you work with computers?" "Yes, I'm a developer, a systems geek, I work with Unix systems. I've been putting together a build system for a production network." "So what's the problem? Why are you so anxious? You're not going to the drunk tank, I'm not arresting you, but I can tell you're upset about something. What is it?" I'd been depressed - and still was. How could she possibly know? And on top of that, there was this strange compulsion to answer her. "My wife. She's pretty unhappy me working so far from home, but she's unhappy when I'm home, too. I'd've thought she'd be happy to see me gone for a while. Everybody seems so very unhappy around me." "Jack, don't worry, things will work out for you and with your wife soon. Just sit back, relax and maybe take a nap. You're safe." I felt safe. I felt warm. I felt ... ... ... Thump! I snapped awake- the trooper had just closed her door. There were two more women out there- one taller than the trooper and a tiny little woman, both looking at me through the front window and grillework. How did I fall asleep? What happened to me? This was seriously wierd. The trooper handed the smaller woman my keys as the taller one climbed back into the car they'd apparently arrived in- after waving at me. She was smiling. And it almost looked like a happy smile- something I'd not seen much of. Huh? The door was opened to let me escape the back seat of the cruiser. "Jack, go get in Holly's car there- She will give you a ride. I'll see you later tonight. You're safe, they'll take good care of you." I did as told. As soon as my car had re-started and I was in Holly's car, the trooper headed out. No one else around the rest area was paying us any attention as Holly reminded me to buckle up before backing out of the space and getting onto the highway. This whole thing was mystifying. I'd been assured I was safe with this woman, a complete stranger, and I did feel comfortable with her. Why? "So, Jack, how many children do you have?" "Two, a boy and a girl." She nodded. "That's all?" I nodded. "No more?" "No, those two were tough enough on my wife. Labor for her was no fun at all." "Oh. So you've been fixed?" My hair stood on end; it was like her having to ask this question really raised HER hackles. "No, and my wife has a real aversion to me because of it." I could swear I felt her relax at this news. Why would that be? It's not like it was important. And how could I tell she'd been so tense? Was I now imagining things? How was I to know what this was about? We continued to chat in the car even though the quality of my conversation was feeble given my passivity. We discussed children- about her three and my two, and even touched on brothers and sisters, even my father came up. The roads were dark, the turns were obscure, I was good and lost and my concentration on navigation nonexistent. We arrived at a fairly large isolated house in this rural area; Three more cars in the wide driveway and, with a feeling of trepidation, I was led in to the house. Why me? What was so special about me? I trusted the trooper. I trusted Holly. There was no way to explain why; It just was. So I followed her, like a good little sheep. I had no idea where I was so I was pretty much stuck- and I didn't have my wallet, either. Striking out on my own, even had it crossed my mind at the time, was a non-starter. Despite the portion of me that feared my demise, I still seemed to remain calm. And I was surprised when we entered the house and went to the large parlor. The room was full of women, running from a lady of at least 70 down to a pair of teen-agers. All eyes were on me as I was led to a single chair facing them all and bid to sit. "This is the disturbance? Leena found it? And it's a latent MAN? Isn't he a little old to be like this?" one woman who I estimated to be my age (mid 40s) asked Holly. "Yes. And he's fertile, too. He's got a son and a daughter." Quite a few of these women nodded at this. Silence seemed to be a good idea. The tiny woman who'd gotten into my car walked in; "Leena will be here after her shift. She wants first dibs." I was starting to worry again. First dibs for WHAT? I could almost feel my anxiety spiral out of control when both Holly and ... Sue (the name just popped into my head) reached out to touch my shoulders and my anxiety crashed, becoming calm and passive again. Sue told me "Nothing for you to worry about right now. You'll be fine. She does like you." Calmness and passivity reigned; It was like I was blissed out a bit. The oldest woman said "Jeeezus Keeerist! He's only a latent!? That made my teeth hurt! What's he going to be like tomorrow?" Quite a few of the other women were in agreement with this comment as I saw a lot of them nod. "Jack, I think we should bring you to another room so you can take a nap. Come with me and Holly. You're safe. We won't let any one hurt you and we don't want you to feel hurt. We're all friends here. Come with us..." They led me away, along with one of the older women; My passivity was such that I let them help me undress completely and place me in a bed. The sheets felt so comfortable... ... and seductive, as my consciousness faded, hearing Sue tell me "Happy dreams Jack, you need to have happy dreams." I slowly awoke in the dark with my arms around someone, in a spoon position, and I heard her gentle snores, so like my wife's, so I cuddled closer, kissed her upper back, and faded back out. I was awakened in early morning as I was being pushed onto my back and I could feel my erection waving around in the cool air- though this sensation was short-lived as I felt something hot work it's way down on me. My eyes snapped open. Leena, the trooper from last night, was sinking onto my erection; Again, while not really a swimsuit model, she was exceptionally attractive. My guilt reaction kicked in immediately, "Oh, No, No!" Leena leaned forward, "Don't worry about Helen, you'll be fine, you need to be happy. You'll make her happy, too. She'll love you so much more the next time she sees you. And we all love you too... Now, come with me!" I hadn't been far from ejaculation; One of my problems with Helen was that it never took long for me to climax, so I spray-painted Leena's vagina white as I slammed upward into her. I felt selfish coming so soon, but I could feel her respond in kind. And passed out. Or did I? I felt like I was still hard, we rolled over, me on top this time, and I felt like an animal, trying to fuck her brains out, and again, it took no time for me to feel her close and, more confusing, I could feel everyone else in the house getting close too and then, with a shout, Leena and I went over again. And this time I did collapse on top of Leena- because I was staggered. I learned so much, I understood so much, I was stunned and soon asleep. This was a funny kind of sleep- I had stayed erect and was still fully joined with Leena- Colleen- and I could feel her satisfaction as her arms wrapped around my limp body. I'd been jump-started. Somehow I had not been found before, no one really could figure out how, but I'd been a latent telepath. A teep. And there was so much wasted time. I was surrounded by teeps- a total of 15 (of which three were children) in this house in the country alone- all of whom were female. More knowledge poured into my mind- how a latent (as I was until just minutes before) is susceptible to commands from an active teep, how sexual contact activates a teep, how heterosexual contact is better at a full awakening of ability than lesbian contact- and how rare teeps are in the general population and how rare male teeps were within that tiny group. I had knowledge pouring into me from all of the women surrounding me, just as my knowledge poured into them. Any one of these women could handle the technical part of my work, just as I could handle any of the technical jobs they had. It was such a wonderful confluence. Confusion also ran through me- all of this was conflicting with my self-image since (I could tell, now) every woman within this house desired me sexually and wanted my love- and loved me already. Also in this network of minds and feelings (and bodies!) was the knowledge that my son would be checked for latency, as would my brothers and my father, since male teeps were few and far between. From feeling like the bottom of the barrel I'd been elevated. Once this network had first formed these women had formed a family of sorts, working together and trying to make more telepaths. There was also the fear of discovery. But all that was for later. Leena reminded me that I'd retained my erection- God alone knows how- and so I started gently, lovingly stroking into her, looking into her bright eyes, loving her, kissing her, *knowing her* and slowly making love to this woman who'd found me and brought me into this new world. For all this time I'd been a nobody. This was like the Snow White story- but I'd been the sleeping prince and this princess had awakened me. I could again feel all the women in the house getting gently worked up with us as I looked into Colleen's eyes, continuing to kiss her, pausing to hug her, loving her, reading her, knowing her- and her knowing me- and feeling her happiness as she looked up at me, as if I were a true hero. Our simultaneous climax arrived- and I knew that every other woman in the house rode it with us, and the network of love within the house was enough to knock me out completely. I awoke over an hour later- and knew immediately that Sue had called in to my work for me and let them know I wasn't going to make it in. Leena was kissing me awake and, once I was alive enough, we went to take a shower. I wasn't allowed to dress, though. I wasn't alone with this dress code either. There were only three other women in the house at this point; I knew the two teen-age and three younger girls had gone to school, two of the three college girls were in class, so only Tammy, Gertrude and Helga were still in there with me and Colleen. Tammy was a sophomore in the "local" college while Gertrude was a lawyer and Helga a home-maker. We were greeted warmly in the kitchen and were being fed- being in a teep family was helpful since we knew where everyone else was and what they were doing. It's funny, but I could feel the currents between the women in the house, reading their exchange of plans, which helped me form a fresh erection before I'd finished breakfast- which Tammy took immediate advantage of, pushing me back from the table so that she could straddle me. This was pleasant- we could read each other. We (as a group) knew what was coming next, noticing how the other three found comfortable seats, knowing now that they would gain benefit from everything Tammy and I felt. This anticipation fed back to both of us and I could sense the difference in clarity between Colleen and Tammy- a difference that faded after the first of our orgasms, which all in the kitchen shared. I learned first-hand how it was for Tammy to be fully jump-started; Like Colleen, I could almost see the glow of strength in her. Then my stomache dropped out. Tammy was both fertile *and* ovulating! And I felt the web of love grab me and Tammy kissed me, knowing that she was HAPPY with this, wanting to have a child who was also a teep. Touching Colleen, I read her schedule, which included a desire to conceive as well at that point. She was expecting to ovulate next Tuesday, just less than a week away. I knew I couldn't deny her- or any of these women in "my" family- what she wanted. I could feel the teasing through our network. Both Gertrude and Helga were beyond child- bearing years but I knew that they had each a daughter and grand-daughter in this family who were minimal teeps- and they wanted grand-children and great-grand- children that would be teeps. If it was that important, yes, I would do what they wanted. I felt love and affection for all of these women- and they could feel this. It was like basking in a warm glow. I instantly knew the ovulation schedule of all of the women in this family- and most would be at the same time as Leena. Tammy was usually not here so she hadn't synchronized with the others and Holly was on a schedule a day or two behind Tammy's. It was so quiet as we exchanged ideas; Colleen was going to get ready for work, Tammy would give me some time to recover and then make love again for yet another crack at conception. And Bobbi and Amy would be looking me over very carefully that night with an eye to ensuring how to keep me as healthy as long as possible. Julie was a Psychiatrist who needed a refresher for her work- and wanted to get a better "read" on me as well, given how depressed I'd been last night. Her activation was being scheduled. Tammy finally dragged me off for another shower, where we spent some time lovingly washing each other. It was so tender- but then, I'd learned a lot about her. I'd also learned how to make love to a woman, something my wife hadn't put any effort in having me know. And I was learning a lot more about ME. They lived close enough to the highway that they were able to feel my depression as I drove past every 4 evenings and 4 mornings, and had worked out a rough schedule with Colleen so that she'd be in the right place at the right time. It felt odd that she'd been hunting me on the road for almost two weeks now- and it seemed a lot of effort. And Colleen's mind told me that I was worth it, and would be even more worth-while as soon as some of our children would fill the house. But what of Helen, my wife? Despite my love for these women, Helen still had a central place in my heart. I was worried- I didn't want to risk losing her. Again the net of information was tapped; If Helen was a normal non-telepath (or "mundane"; It seems that SciFi is popular) then she'd need some minor adjustments to accept this situation and loosen her hold, allowing her to share. If she was a latent, well, the first time we went at it would certainly open her eyes, wouldn't it? Several of my new family wanted to be close enough for Helen to feel herself as part of this network. It was only Wednesday; I wouldn't be going home until Friday night, unless something changed. My aunt needed to be told that I'd had car problems and that I'd found someplace closer to work. I'd need to ride up there in a few days to clear out. Her family would probably be happier without me interfering with their routine (though I expected Eileen to miss my "babysitting" so she could have a occasional nights out with her husband). I was cuddling Tammy on the couch when I heard the phone ring and felt Trudy answer it; I got the news through our network- Brian, my son, was a latent, as was my daughter Louise and wife Helen. So there'd be some serious planning. Holly had driven down there today to scout it out. Both teen-agers, Kathy and Betsy, would be looking forward to meeting Brian. Tammy and I went at it twice more that day before the house filled back up. Bobbi and Amy went over me with a fine-tooth comb, drawing blood, urine and getting a semen sample- by hand, and not my own- and then Bobbi was riding me for a more personal sample- and she was certainly not dispassionate about it. There is something to feeling desirable that was doing wonders for me. After all those years of "not being anything special" I finally was. Helga reminded me to call Helen- certain that she'd need the reassurance. This call went well enough and Helen hadn't even tried to call me, so there was no panic. I couldn't help but look at Helga with a sad face since she'd been smarter than the rest of us. Tammy took me to bed that night; We had one more jump together (which all of the others rode with us) before we spooned and fell asleep. It's almost funny how good she felt with my arms around her- and felt good to me, too. Awakening in the morning with Julie doing her best to draw a semen sample wasn't much of a surprise; We came together and I could feel her sudden surge of strength through our network. Each time I helped someone gain strength like that made me feel very good. Helped by Julie and Tammy, we went down for breakfast, the whole housefull there in the big dining room, naked, my wet dick swinging. I gave all of "my" women (and girls) a kiss (and was able to feel how my kiss echoed within each) before sitting down for breakfast- and found tiny Holly sitting on my lap during breakfast. It didn't take long for me to get hard under her and less time for her to start working onto me (I "knew" she was physically a virgin) and I kept her from working too quickly; We were putting on quite a show for these women- and the three young girls- but they could read our inner state- along with our various sensations- at this close range, so all were participating in this. Pain shared this way seemed to be pain lessened as my organ popped though her barrier and this tiny woman was fully impaled on me. I held her close, kissed her neck, shoulder, ears, forehead, mouth- doing my best to express my love for her, as she was an active participant in this, expressing her love for me. She worked her way up and down on me as the others quickly cleared the table (Holly held my attention so closely I wasn't aware of why), then encouraged to lay her down on the table and, everybody touching everybody else, encouraged to fuck like bunnies. We did. Holly was an active lover, doing her best to feel me come- and, on my coming, so did she. I pulled her to a sitting position, still impaled, and held her close, stroking her back, knowing how it felt for her, knowing how much she liked the attention. Knowledge that came through this network of minds was a pleasant thing. When you can feel someone else's comfort and pleasure, love is tangible as it washed away pain. We were finally hustled off to take a shower so we could get off to work (I carried Holly; She was so small this was no burden- and she didn't want me to pull my dick out of her ovulating pussy even one second before she absolutely had to). Holly stayed with me as I dressed for work, helping me dress and sharing touches with me. Loving touches. This was something I'd been missing for a long time; It'd mostly been me who'd initiate touches between myself and Helen. The sudden realization of this hurt me, but I suddenly felt comfort and calm flow into me through my "family". One I wanted to merge with my wife and children. Finally, with a full set of directions now in my head (knowing the roads as intimately as any in this extended family) I proceeded to work. This was a far shorter commute, even though I avoided the interstate as much as possible. The new abilities conferred upon me as a fully activated teep would've allowed me to sense the presence of other teeps or even latents within the campus where I worked, but, alas, the neighborhood was quite dead. There were two or three touches during the day as latents drove past, but none who were even minimally activated. All of my co-workers had interesting personalities- I could read their emotional state easily even though anything deeper would take more effort, so it was interesting to feel from these people the regard they had for me. Some were pleased with me, others were envious of my knowledge and a few resented me my work background or assumed pay-rate. It didn't help to learn my pay rate was not all that high and that management realized that they were getting a pretty good deal. There are limits between telepaths and normals; We're not able to plumb secrets memories without a lot of effort (and physical contact) and it'd take at least two working in concert to insert anything. What came naturally was an ability to read basic emotional state and "subvocalizations". In order to try to read any of the active thought processes took a bit more work. As I said, memory is hard unless something causes it to be thought about. So I did my work, lunched with my co- workers, discussed technical subjects and the like, recognized when one or another was feeling elated or depressed. All in all it struck me- my level of sensitivity to other's moods was helping me work. And I was providing more glue for the team. Caring about others and being able to feel as they did- along with the ability to learn, with just a touch (reading a mundane at an intellectual rather than an empathic level requires physical contact) what was frustrating them allowed me to point to areas where I knew something or someone to help them. Pain, unfortunately, was most common- both physical and emotional. Being a teep is both a blessing and a curse. How would my son deal with this? My daughter? Around 4PM I could feel members of my new family getting closer to me and realized that there were quite a few coming to meet me after work. Given how much detail came through my links, it seemed odd that Colleen had needed a cell-phone to call the family for back-up until the answer came to me: now that enough women were fully activated, more detail could be handled at greater distance. I didn't realize until later that I was in demand- despite my age, despite my looks. I was met in the parking lot by five of "my women"- Holly, Tammy, Julie, Kim and Kathy- who arrived in a conversion van. Holly popped out, held out her hand for my keys (which I handed over) and she hopped in my car. Tammy motioned me to the back of the van and I was carefully placed in a comfortable seat and belted in. They were treating me like gold. And they were bringing me to Helen immediately- because they were worried about competition for my services and I could feel (and agree with) their hopes that there were more male teeps in my family. Holly had already checked on her run back from my home in central jersey that my father was also a latent teep- at 64 years of age. My mother wasn't, though. Gertrude was considering jump-starting him along with Helga but needed to consider his situation first. Awash in our network as we headed for the Tappan Zee Bridge and I could feel the navigation information being accessed from my mind by both Tammy (driving the Van) and Holly. Julie was busy probing me and it was like a merging- I was learning more about psychiatry than I really wanted to know, but learning some of her concerns helped me focus on my own issues; She mentally held a mirror so I could analyze myself, more or less from the "outside"- and learned so much. The pain of some discoveries were easier to bear given the extra shoulders in the network. A core of dread remained over how Helen would react. Especially learning that I'd been unfaithful to her- and realized why so many were with me for this. Kim and Kathy were busy also in the van, holding hands with me. Kim was expecting to be fully awakened by me later tonight (her precision of thought was understandable given her major- engineering) while Kathy was a young teen-ager (only 15) hoping to jump-start my son (who was 14). My daughter wasn't in anyone's plans yet- There were many more latent women in the world who hadn't been awakened yet so there wasn't much need to get her started at 12. We ran across the New York State Thruway until we reached I-287, where both of our vehicles turned south and cruised into northern New Jersey. Even radios wouldn't have afforded this level of coordination between our vehicles; There were times when Tammy and Holly drove as one, perfectly choreographed, working through the slower traffic, allowing faster cars to pass us. Other sensations during the trip were stranger- we could feel the latent teeps isolated in various towns we ran through- two in Boonton and one in Morristown was an eye-opener yet there were no active families, and, even though the number of latent teeps were pretty sparse, we could feel their presence. Julie nodded to me, yes, while not totally commonplace, to a fully awakened teep, we could sense more of the surrounding latents than Kim or Kathy (though they could tell as well as we shared our senses with them). We ran all the way down to US rt 1 (right where I-287 ends and becomes NJ rt 440) and headed on down towards Princeton. (I'm not telling you which neighborhood near there where I lived, OK?) and we both went up the long driveway, senses acute, "listening" for the emotional states of the occupants in the house. That was odd- I could tell that Helen was seriously upset over something and that ... Oh. Brian and Louise were masturbating in front of each other, my wife had just caught them at this and was upset that she lacked the nerve to stop them. Kathy and I knew what she'd be doing right away, while we all quietly left the van and car out of sight of the house as we proceeded in the dark. Brian was in for a surprise. So was Louise. We all "knew" the internal layout of my house intimately, so it was no problem in the dark for us to quietly go where we were needed. We agreed that it was critical to get Helen fully activated ASAP- once awakened she'd know enough of her children's feelings to work through it. Julie knew she needed the help already. Entering my bedroom, "Hi Hon, how are you doing?" Boy, did her eyes bug out. Suddenly sitting up like a deer caught by the headlights, even before seeing Julie, Tammy, Holly and Kim walk into the room behind me. Now I knew what these women had gone through just two nights before- the sudden spiraling dread, almost ripping my heart directly from my chest. It was awful. The feedback I got from the others that, yes, that's how it felt with me that night, just rubbed in another sensation of guilt. "No, Hon, relax, all is well, I love you. You know that. Feel that." This time I had the authority. The power felt good but I couldn't avoid the responsibility. She was hurting- and that hurt all of us. We could feel her come down and relax before I made the next demand. "Now undress, you'll be fine, you're safe, I know you just got over your period, so you don't have to worry about pregnancy yet, you should be sexually excited right now." Her confusion was evident- she was compelled to listen to me, despite the tang of fear still deep within her, just as my own fears had required full activation to extinguish. Her sexual excitement just went through the roof as the commands hit her; She was almost climaxing as she undressed. Soon she was laid out on the bed; I'd been undressing (with help) and soon was pleasuring her orally (teasing like this works so much better when your silent partner is readable; I was finally learning what kind of attention she liked). She was also confused by the presence of the four now-nude women sitting on the bed- by her hands and feet. She came once orally (I was finally able to find a way to get her to climax while she lay on her back) and I climbed on top of her and slid home. I'd never fallen out of love with my wife; We'd simply gotten colder to each other. This time, though, I held her attention as it'd never been held before. Our first come together like this would be simultaneous and she'd be awakened, fully jump- started. We all knew as the time approached and she came like a freight train- another new experience for me. We came together and I felt the moment of sudden enlightenment take her and the web of minds was home to another bright light. And three more flashed into being at the same time; Brian had just filled Kathy and was now being fullfilled, as Louise went over the edge riding Kathy's tongue. Helen hadn't come down far when we were now in the mode where she was feeling everything and making connections- and I started stroking her again, knowing she would know me, knowing I knew her- and we made love, properly, body to body, mind to mind, heart to heart. It was as love should be- as I'd first learned with Leena. Gazing into each other's eyes, knowing that all eight people in this household were riding each other's feelings. We could feel Brian's love for Kathy as he stroked into her in his room, we could feel Louise's facination watching them together and yearning for her turn. Our next climax put a lot of lights out- and this time I was down for the count. Kim woke me up one of the nicest ways to wake up- I was already in her to the root and she was certainly enjoying the motion. She (and now I) knew it was almost 10PM, almost time for us to head out if I was going to get to work the next day (I was expected to sleep in the van on the ride back) but she'd wanted her own full activation. We did this slowly, lovingly, gently and, when we reached the peak, her mind's glow flared to the full brightness I was getting to know. We clung together and were cuddling as Helen came back with Julie and Tammy. It was exhilarating to feel her love for me as I'd never been able to feel it before and she loved her "sisters". It looked like Julie had been working with her on her various issues, as she had with me. We could tell we'd need more time with Julie, but a lot of our poisons had been neutralized. Brian and Kathy were happy- and wanted to stay together. The knowledge that Brian and Louise had come together as well to bring her into full activation trickled in as well- and we realized that Kathy could move in here; There would be no problem getting her transferred to the local school. Betsy was also likely to get transferred down too- Brian was already up to speed knowing what the game was. He would have to grow into being a man with a family to care for. We'd need to work this out in the next week or so. Helen and I had a nice hug-n-kiss session after Kim and I showered and dressed for the trip back up. We were leaving my car here since I was not likely to need it; I'd be riding with one of my women from then on. Kathy would ride back up and Helen would bring both kids up to the house near my work on Friday evening instead of me coming back down; This was easily arranged and didn't directly need my attention. I did some "talking" with Brian about this; He was ecstatic and in love with Kathy. Louise lucked out- I might've been knocked on my ass with Helen but the others paid attention and worked out her fertility cycle; Brian's attention wasn't likely to impregnate her. Giving her a hug before leaving I was almost bowled over when she let me know that she did want to try me out. I might not have collapsed but Helen and the others saw me suddenly blanch. Able to "see myself" it was easier for me to laugh at my own expression. Julie was best able to reassure Louise that I wasn't mad at her. The ride back up wasn't as long for me as the ride down had been but I cheated, sleeping through most of the trip. The bench seat had been folded down into a bed and I was soon spooning with Tammy and Julie as I fell asleep. For me the jump from a nobody to one beloved by so many was a miracle; To have an opportunity to return that same love was a gift. Friday dawned bright and clear- who said it was impossible to have a sunny friday? This time I was cuddled between Bobbi and Amy; I could sense their sleeping state and sent my good mornings to all in the house, which ended up waking Amy. It was easy for me to recognize how ready she was even before she straddled me and sank down onto my turgid member. Having a morning woody ridden when you've a fairly full bladder is not as conducive to comfort- she could feel my distress as her own and, giving up just then, we ran for the bathroom together and she was kind enough to let me try to piss first. That did help matters but we jumped into the shower instead of going back to the bed and gently washed each other. This was fun and the hints all those already awake were slipping me were helpful. I was also fairly inflamed because she was also receiving helpful hints, too. Romance had long been such a null-value word for me; It always seemed to reek of falsehoods ("flattery" being a key point) but knowing how each woman felt about me- and them truly knowing where I stood- make romance far more meaningful. There was far more to read when looking deep into a woman's eyes for me and it was wondrous with telepathy to recognize what is seen as real. Just as being a teep revealed much of our souls to each other, it makes so many intangibles more important. We might KNOW where are hearts are but our very animal natures hide how they feel, just at the moment of climax. It is difficult to love and be loved when your partner can't feel it or see it. I'd been so blind to Helen's wants and needs for so long since I hadn't been able to hear the singing in her heart; now my soul had been re-awakened to her heart. Helen loved her "sisters" for this; She finally KNEW that I loved her and that I wasn't with her only for sex. Amy and I dried ourselves and climbed back into bed with Bobbi, trying not to directly awaken her (though she'd be awake soon enough) as I started on Amy's womanhood orally. This was my best opportunity to finally concentrate on giving a woman oral attentions so it was a pleasure to spend a longer than usual time working on her vulva- the advantage of not having to guess at what felt good or even very good was most helpful- and pleasurable for me. We all got some benefit from her man climaxes. My ears were finally being pulled by Amy and we slid together again in that most intimate embrace, this time far more comfortably than our first try. We were active in this mating dance as Bobbi awakened to the feel of the bed motion and the heat in our network of minds, and helped by stroking both of us and kissing us as we worked together to achieve our- and everyone else's- release. (We were even able to feel an echo of it with Helen.) It's easy to get spoiled by this, the feeling of an orgasm echoing through all of these interconnected minds. It was far more spoiling to cuddle with this newly awakened telepath in a widely shared afterglow. Today was a workday, tonight my wife and children would be here- and we knew how to share our happiness. Finally. Fini ===== Jack C Lipton liptonsoup1951@yahoo.com See: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/CupaSoup/www/ __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail Plus - Powerful. Affordable. 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