The Dramatic Saga of Peter Q. Kleeshay

By: Billy_Ray77

Chapter Fourteen

Pete watched blissfully as the sexy and famous Keira EveryKnight hoovered his hog jowel on the deck of the black pearl. It felt so good he threw his head back and when he brought it down it was ReddishPurple Johanssen's sexy lips wrapped around his raging ramjet and they were on a different boat - apparently on their way to 'The Island.' Unsure of what had just happened, he closed his eyes tightly only to reopen them and see that it was now Jessica Melba swallowing his sword only she kept vanishing and reappearing in her skin tight Remarkable-4 uniform. It wasn't until he saw Jessica morph into Elisha Cuthroat right before his eyes, and he realized they were suddenly in Matthew Kidman's living room, that he remembered he had been dreaming about having a mind control drug and then some craziness about getting mental powers from some aliens.

He had dreamed that he had fucked his way through his family when it turned out his older sister was a witch and her coven, who just happened to also be her fellow cheerleaders, had taken him prisoner. When he escaped he had real mental powers and while exacting his revenge he was discovered by the school janitor who, conveniently enough, just happened to be an agent of some alien race sent here to guide and protect him since apparently Pete was a genetically enhanced tool of that alien race - a tool whose job was to dance the horizontal bop with as many beautiful women as he could thus impregnating them. Throughout all this he had subjugated a couple of his most hated bullies and picked up some other sex toys in the form of Mindy's best friend and some totally hot Asian babe who practically begged to be his slave.

The last thing he remembered was fucking his way through a sorority full of gorgeous Asian hotties.

All in all a pretty cool dream he decided, but it was just getting too crazy now. The topper was that he was suddenly in his own bed watching his own lovely mother sucking his skin diver for all she was worth. Her eyes flicked up and when she saw he was looking she redoubled her efforts and, almost immediately, he shot jet after scalding jet of boiling man jelly down her eager throat.

She lifted her head, smacking her lips, "I thought you would never wake up."

"But I didn't," replied Pete, "and I'm surprised I didn't, I usually do when I cum in these dreams."

"What do you mean you usually do?" Asked a sultry and familiar voice next to him, he looked over to see his sexy little sister Mindy lying naked next to him.

"Finally," he sighed, "some familiar territory. You're always in this sort of dream. Say, you aren't going to turn into Catherine Theta Smith or Naomi Volts or anything are you?"

She gave him an adorable quizzical look. "I never know what you're talking about any more."

"Uhm, Pete," said his mother - oh sorry - adoptive mother, according to his dream, "you aren't dreaming. I just woke you up and you two have to get ready for school."

"I'm pretty sure I'm... Ouch! What the hell did you do that for?"

"Just in case you were dreaming," replied the gloriously naked Mindy, "that pinch would have woken you up." She patted his thigh chuckling, "come on, goofball, I don't want to be late."

"You mean I'm really awake?"

"Yes," said Mindy, sliding out of bed and following Penny out of the room, "now get up. Skip has something of a surprise for you downstairs."

"I'm... not... dreaming." Mused Pete to the empty room. "Sweeet."

A short time later everyone was seated around the large dining room table since there was far too many people in residence to eat breakfast in the kitchen anymore.

"So, Bernie is the missing guide you were telling me about?" Pete was asking Skip. The subject of their discussion was currently gobbling down scrambled eggs with his fingers, leaving quite a bit of them on the towel tied around his neck.

"Yes, and it does clear up the mystery. It's a shame, really, he was a good guide - that is, right up until he let the breeder get killed."

"I'm not so sure he let it happen, I mean, look at him - he didn't just walk away."

"You're right, I guess I haven't been fair. It's just that I've spent the last sixteen years being mad at him."

"Tell me more about this mind wiping you said happened to him"

"It isn't easy. Blocking someone from reading your mind or controlling you is fairly basic, but a stronger telepath or two working together can breach that defense quite handily. But a mind wipe... it's nearly impossible, even to a normal person. The resistance is incredible. The mind itself fights it tooth and nail. To do that to a telepath, to a guide no less... it must have been several very powerful telepaths."

"Can we help him?"

"No. It's been tried. Bernard Philips is gone. Bernie is all that's left... say, how did you happen to call him Bernie?"

"I just looked for his name in his mind, it was hard though - which I assumed was because he was drunk."

"Hmm... it shouldn't have been there. Have you tried to find anything else? I can't get anything but basic instinctive behaviors. I can't even find his name. I wonder if your hypno-juice boosted powers can dig deeper than I can. Maybe we can find out who killed the previous breeder."

"Why? I thought you knew that it was Sonarian agents - you told me yourself that you killed their breeder in retaliation."

"I said 'we' - I never said that I did it, nobody saw me do it, and nobody can prove anything."

Skips adamant denial raised suspicion in Pete but before he could do anything about it they were distracted by a commotion at the far end of the table.

"That's a good boy, Bernie," Penny was saying while she wiped the old man's mouth with the towel still knotted around his neck. "Now just let me clean you up and you can go watch cartoons." It didn't appear Bernie was interested in cartoons as he was staring at Penny's nearly covered curves peaking out from under a loosely tied sheer blue silk robe.

"Boobies?"

"No boobies right now, I have to get ready for work and everyone but Skip has to go to school. He'll look after you today." She finished cleaning him up and removed the towel, tossing it into the laundry room.

Bernie glowered at Skip, his eyes dark with disappointment. "No boobies." He pointed out.

"No," laughed Penny, "Skip doesn't have boobies, but he'll take care of you all the same."

Penny helped Bernie to his feet and he shuffled onto the living room.

"Say," said Pete, having just had an inspiring thought, "if I was able to get his real name out of his mind, maybe the rest of him is still in there, just locked away somewhere."

"Well, that's possible, but even with your heightened powers all you were able to get to was a childlike version of his name. What makes you think you can get deeper than that?"

"Hypno-juice."

"What about it?"

"You said that it breaks down the barriers to the subconscious, what if we gave Bernie a dose? At worse he sits comatose for a few hours."

"I can't see where it could hurt." Considered Skip, "but I don't want to use the stuff you have here, it's too dangerous and you shouldn't be late for school. Tell you what, I'll pick up some of ours and we'll give it a shot tonight.

"Okay then," agreed Pete, finishing up his meal, "I'll see you after school."

Everyone scattered to perform their morning rituals. Pete was driven to school by Megan's boyfriend who once again got his gummi worm sucked all the way to school.

For the first time that semester Pete walked to first hour with a spring in his step. He used to dread English or, rather, he used to dread Ms. Choadlieken. She had taken an instant dislike to Pete the first day of class and he hadn't been able to figure out why. Well, not only was Pete going to finally find out why she didn't like him, her opinion of Pete was about to change drastically.

He entered the room and made his way to his desk without the usual jostling. By broadcasting apathy along with other appropriate commands, everyone in the classroom simply ignored Pete and whatever he was doing so he didn't even have to sneak his peeks at Ms. Choadlieken like he usually did, and he liked peeking at her - she was hot.

She was seated on a stool just off to the side of the lectern placed next to her desk. Pete admired how the fuzzy white sweater clung to her lovely curves, sweeping out from her narrow waist to showcase her bodacious bazookas. Her tight round ass was encased in black miniskirt that didn't hide an inch of her shapely legs. She had a pencil tucked behind her ear and it stuck out from her long tightly curled bright blonde hair. As Pete admired her, she lifted her dazzling blue eyes and saw him staring. A sneering grin crossed her face and Pete was just about to change her mind when he changed his own instead.

"See something interesting, Mr. Kleeshay?"

Under normal circumstances this would have had Pete turning beet red and trying to disappear into his navel. Things were different now that Pete had taken a little peek inside Amy Choadlieken's mind. He had expected that her attitude would be similar to Megan's in that she hated him because he was a nerd and she had always been pretty and popular. But that wasn't the case at all. It turned out she didn't really hate him at all; she picked on him because she was unsure of herself. She had been a big fish in a small pond back in her high school and the small college she attended. When she began teaching at Pete's large school in a big city she was desperate to be accepted and when she saw that everyone was picking on Pete, she decided that she would join in thus ensuring her popularity as a teacher.

So Pete, unsure of just what punishment Amy deserved had decided to hold back. But that didn't mean he was going to roll over completely.

"Interesting? Well, maybe I do see something interesting."

Amy had expected that Pete would blush and duck his head while everyone laughed, as usual, and she wasn't sure how to respond to this newfound, blatant and entirely uncalled for confidence.

"Well... everyone take your seats. Let's get started."

She began handing back the papers they had turned in the week before and Pete wondered what trumped up bullshit she was going to use to dock points from him this time.

"Ms. Choadlieken." He said looking at his paper.

"Yes Mr. Kleeshay, is there a problem?"

"I only got a ninety-nine, I happen to know that this paper is flawless."

"Look a little closer. You didn't put a period after your middle initial. Everyone knows that one's middle initial is always followed by a period. I guess you just aren't as smart as you think you are. Now, I'm going back up to the front of the room and I don't want you looking at my ass."

The class erupted with laughter and Pete realized that usually, at this point, he would be so humiliated and angry that he couldn't think straight but now he found he was calm and thinking clearly about the price she would pay - a price that could wait until after class.

The door closed behind the last student and Amy looked up to see Pete still seated at his desk.

"Is there something you wanted?"

"Yes, I want you to give me a fair grade on this paper."

"The grade stands."

"You may want to rethink that position, Amy."

"You will address me as Ms. Choadlieken, and the grade stands. Now, are you going to leave this classroom or am I going to have to send you to the office?"

"You don't want me to go to the office. If I go there I may have to show the principle the video of us having sex." As he spoke he began to hit her with anxiety, confusion and blocked her ability to reason.

"Video? What the hell are you talking about?"

"You know what happens to pretty young high school teachers who get caught having sex with their young students. You see it in the news all the time. Do you really want to become one of those women?"

"No, but..."

"So if you don't want everyone seeing the video, you will do as I say."

"But there can't be any video... we've never even had sex."

"Of course not. That's why you are going to have sex with me right now, so I can make the video." He pulled a small camcorder from his backpack and turned it on.

"I'm not going to have sex with you." She protested, watching him peel off his clothing.

"If you don't, I'll show everyone the video."

Being unable to reason, Amy couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong with Pete's blackmail scheme.

"This is blackmail!"

"Call it whatever you want, but take off your shirt while you do so, or everyone sees the video.

"You little fucker. Okay, but this is the last time." She said peeling off the fuzzy sweater to reveal her round love bubbles barely encased in a lacey white bra.

Using telekinesis, Pete kept his wormy McJuicemaker soft.

"You'll have to do better than that, that attitude of yours isn't exciting me at all." Said Pete, waggling his soft slut stuffer.

"That sounds more like a personal problem," said Amy, though she was confused as to why her lovely face and smoking body seemed to have no effect on such a nerdy adolescent boy - his beefy bagpipe should hard enough to cut diamonds by now.

"It'll be your problem if I show everyone the video," assured Pete tweaking her anxiety a few notches. "Which I promise you I'll do if you don't get me hard and help me make the video."

A brief look of confusion crossed Amy's chiseled features as she again tried unsuccessfully to determine what, exactly, wasn't quite right. Finally, her fear won out and dropping to her knees she desperately grabbed Pete's bearded burglar, sucking it into her greedy mouth, all the while gently fondling and kneading his balls with one hand, caressing and tickling his ass and lower back with the other.

Pete felt her fear and desperation and decided to tweak her just a bit more before allowing his lewd lady dagger to swell.

"Still nothing... gosh, do you really want everyone to see that the beautiful Amy Choadliechen can't even arouse a horny teenage nerd?"

"You want arousal?" she asked, briefly taking her mouth off him, "I'll show you arousal." She thrust her mouth back around him, burying her nose in his pubic hair and sucking him deeply into her throat.

Pete released his block on his erection and his perky little Percy popped to full attention, instantly filling her throat.

"Erk!" she gasped in astonishment at the sudden fullness. Her surprise quickly dissipated - overcome by her need to fulfill her end of the bargain and put on a good show while she did it.

Pete luxuriated in the talented ministrations while he remembered having this very fantasy countless times since the school year began.

"Oh yeah, that's the way baby, suck my fucking cock like the slut you are."

"Ahm nah a swah." She managed around his iron hard, blue steel rebar.

"But you are a slut, you're sucking off one of your students while a video camera records it. Who, but a slut, would do such a thing? Now, no more talking - you agreed to get me off, so get me off."

Amy redoubled her efforts and Pete felt an electric shock run up his spine. The erotic vision kneeling before him was a wet dream come true and the accompanying stimulation soon had him feeling that familiar tingling in his balls.

"Stop." He commanded, "I want to fuck you now. Get over on the desk."

Amy stood and dropped her skirt, letting her panties drop with it revealing a small brush of dazzling blond pubic hair that perfectly matched the bright hair on her head. She moved the short distance to her desk, her back to Pete and her ass slowly swaying seductively.

"I don't mind of you watch my ass this time." she said sensuously over her shoulder, just before she spun around and scooted up onto her desk, spreading her legs exposing her tight little pink hatchet wound.

Pete just looked at her for a few moments, allowing his level of excitement to abate until he was sure he could fuck her for at least a few minutes without blowing his load. Once he felt ready he moved in and slipped his thick trouser hog into her tiny two fingered fish mitten. He sent a strong wave of mental energy directly into her pleasure center causing her to scream out in joy.

"Oh Yes! That's the best! Fuck me Pete - fuck your sexy teacher."

Pete groped her sexy curves and fondled all the interesting bits as he pounded her slick velvety sausage sleeve. Despite his brief respite it didn't take long before he felt his orgasm becoming imminent. He had seen enough video snippets on the internet to know that when filming sex there had to be a money shot so he pulled out and spun her around so he was leaning on the desk while she again knelt before him.

"I want to cum on that pretty face." He said, gasping in exhilaration. "Jack me off."

She rapidly slid her hand along his firm length, her tongue licking at his slit. Within just a few strokes thick white streams of cream-of-Pete decorated her face in dripping streamers. She kept stroking and he kept groaning for a long time until his bacon bazooka became so sensitive he had to grab her arm to stop her.

"That was great, Amy."

"Thank you," she replied with a smile, "I told you I could get you aroused."

"That's right," Pete grinned, returning her mental facilities to her own control. "Tell me why you are doing this."

"Because you threatened to show everyone the video. I can't let that happen, it would ruin me."

"Remind me, which video did I say I would show people?"

"Why, the one we just made, of course. There aren't any other... but if I hadn't... then you wouldn't... oh fuck me."

"Thanks, but I already did, in more ways than one since now I really do have a video. Now, about that grade."

"You win," sighed Amy, crestfallen, "I'll change it."

"And you will stop picking on me?"

"Whatever you say, I don't have much choice do I?"

"Okay, you can get dressed now. And from now on, well, just remember that I have a video and I'm not afraid to use it."

Pete pulled on his clothing and left the room, leaving his lovely and voluptuous teacher to slowly get dressed with a distant look of confusion on her face.

"Pete!" Called Chad as Pete entered the hall, "I've been looking all over for you. I told the football team about protecting you and they all think I'm crazy. I think you better come and talk to them."