A hybrid is coming

Op, have you ever been abducted by aliens? JK.
Still I follow.

ashatoda:
great update. What sort of breed will be the offspring in case she became pregnant

we just have to keep our fingers crossed and watch how the events unfolds.

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By the time Vage finally lets me go, I am beyond exhausted. My whole body aches, and even the thought of sex makes me shudder. Not even Vage’s greenish-yellow healing light can alleviate the last six hours of carnal bliss, or the bone deep weariness. Despite the slight tingling, I think my dickson is going to be out of commission for a while. Needless to say, when my alarm goes off, I roll over and go back to sleep. I only have one final today, and it’s in the afternoon. My other classes will just have to suffer. Also, Dan can’t hurt me, if I’m not around. I’m too worn out to even think of locking my door though. My manhood feels like it wants to take a vacation that’ll last at least a week. When I finally arrive on campus, I get the same treatment as I’d received yesterday. That is to say, most everyone avoids me. I’m okay with that, however, because I’m not much in the mood to talk, either. I take my final, and go back home, skipping Prof. Jane's class. Both Tina and Stephanie are in that class with me, not to mention the hot professor herself. I’m not up to dealing with them in my current mood, or predicament. My phone rings as I walk into my room.

“Is everything alright?” Tina’s concerned voice asks.

“I’m not feeling too well today,” I tell her honestly.

“I’m just going to get some rest. See you tomorrow?”

“You don’t want me to come take care of you?” I can easily hear her worry, and it occurs to me that she might be worried I’m avoiding her again. . . Well, I am, but for different reasons.

“Thanks, but I don’t want you to get whatever I have. I promise I’m not avoiding you, so much as avoiding everyone. I’m quarantining myself, except for finals. After all the torture the professors have put us through, I don’t care if they get it.” I’ve never considered sex a torture before, but last night has opened my eyes. I try to sound appreciative and light-hearted, but I really don’t want company right now, especially not someone that gets turned on just by the sound of my voice. I hate lying to her, truly, but I can’t tell her that an alien fvcked me senselessly last night, and that’s why I’m so tired.

“Well, okay, but you call me if you need anything.” While I know she is still worried, her tone lets me know she understands. I hang up, and go back to sleep, only to be awoken a couple hours later, by someone knocking on my door. Groaning, I roll over, and ask who it was. At least, I try to ask. The words come out muffled.

“Stephanie,” the soft voice comes through my door. “You weren’t in class this afternoon, so I’m stopping by to see if you’re okay.”

Great! I think. Stephanie is only slightly better than Tina right now. I’m about to say that I’m okay, and thank her for her concern, but she opens the door and enters before I can.

“I’m just tired, Need to get more sleep, I guess,” I say. “Too much stress from studying for finals, I think.”

Wow, I’m really racking up the lie-meter today. She moves over to the bed, and places her hand lightly on my forehead and cheeks, just as she had in the auditorium last week. I wonder if this is truly Stephanie, and feel for the one switch I’d made in her. It’s there, and I can tell she isn’t very happy.

“You don’t feel like you have a fever. . .”

“Too much stress over finals this week,” I lie again. I feel bad for it, but I can’t tell her I’d stayed up all night having sex with a pink-skinned alien, either.
“I just couldn’t sleep last night. I’ve been trying to make up for it today.”

She looks at me sharply, her blue eyes seeming to penetrate my skull, and I wonder if she knows I just lied to her. After a second though, she sniffs and stands up.

“You stink, and need a shower. Do you want me to do it for you, or are you going to take one on your own?”
Apparently she has hit mother-hen mode.

“I’m just tired. I’ll take one tomorrow,” I complain.

“No you won't. One way or another, you’re taking a shower now.”
When I try to protest further, she cuts me off. “What you need to do is get your mind off finals. Sleeping will only let your mind go over it again and again. I have a better solution.”

Groaning, I look up at her, note her smile, and know I’m not going to win, but I have to try one last thing.
“I don’t feel up to anything frisky, right now.”

“Did I say I wanted to fvck you?” She laughs her beautiful laugh, batting her oh-so-long lashes at me, and I suddenly feel foolish. “There are other ways to distract a mind, and looking around your room, I see more than a few. Now go shower, or else. . .”

Defeated, I get out of bed, and go shower. Despite the fact that I’m following her directions, she ends up joining shortly. *TBc*

I like the way you are keeping it now. Sincerely i do not like the inbreeding stuff maybe because of how am wired but i think its absurd a daughter and mum having a 3some

jmichlins:
I like the way you are keeping it now. Sincerely i do not like the inbreeding stuff maybe because of how am wired but i think its absurd a daughter and mum having a 3some

ur wiring is not to be constant. U ar human being that can adapt into anything. This part of the world may see in-cest as an absurd stuff(although not legal) but its a fictional story. Maybe i may try to write my next story to be basic on the Nigerian culture. But remember, one man Food is another mans Poison.

SmartestPopQUEEN:

ur wiring is not to be constant. U ar human being that can adapt into anything. This part of the world may see in-cest as an absurd stuff(although not legal) but its a fictional story. Maybe i may try to write my next story to be basic on the Nigerian culture. But remember, one man Food is another mans Poison.

well this is my poison. There are ones i can endure like second cousin and step relations but immediate relations are no for me

Happy new week to you all

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Stephanie holds my hand and says, “Don’t try anything, I could just
use a shower, too, and don’t see any reason to
waste extra water. Have you been working out?”


I nod as though that’s the only plausible reason,
but not believing her one bit. She helps wash my
back, and I return the favor. I can’t help but notice
how smooth her back feels, or how beautiful she
looks with water streaming from her brown hair,
and dripping off her round tits. Despite my
admiration, there is no movement from my
second brain.
Stephanie seems to notice it as well, and other than
a slight tightening of her lips, she makes no
comment, and we get out and dry off. Her
reaction surprises me, but I don’t know what to
tell her. And besides, she DID say she doesn’t
want to fvck me. . . Not right now anyway.
She puts her hair up in a towel, and there is no
denying the beauty of a woman coming right out
of a shower, mist streaming from her shoulders,
and an appearance of overall cleanliness adding a
glow to her skin.
Once back in my room, Steph goes right to one
of my gaming consoles, and begins flipping
through my games.

“Beat it. . . Got it. . . You
seriously still have this? Lame. . . Good, but I
hated the ending. . . Nope. . . Too easy. . . Ah,
here we go.”

She holds up one of my favorite
games, and puts the disc in. It is a two player.
I’m starting to feel like I was in an interview, and
doing poorly, with the way she reacted to my
game collection.


“The best way to get your mind off finals,” she
tells me, “is to absorb it into something else. Let’s
see if you can keep up with me.”


I decide to go easy on her in the first round. I
mean, I know she is a gamer, but she IS a girl,
after all. She ends up trashing me.


“Do you think you might actually try to win this
time?” She asks, her smile nearly splitting her face
as she teases me.

“If you keep making it this
easy, I’ll have to take your geek card away.”


What is it with everyone trying to take away my
geek card?

“The exhaustion,” I try to defend
myself, but from the smirk she gives me, I know
she isn’t buying it.
After that, it takes every ounce of skill I have to
win at least some of the rounds. In the end it’s
pretty even, and we start going through my
other games. Stephanie promises to bring some of
hers over next time, and before either one of us
knows it, the sun has set, the moon risen, and
the snow is falling hard.
And I haven’t thought about finals, the demons,
or even Vage the whole time.

“Thank you,” I tell the brunette. “You really did get
my mind off—“


“Don’t say it!” She warns as I walk her outside,
and we both laugh. The flakes are huge as they
come down from above, and soon it looks like
Stephanie’s brown hair is white, it holds so much
snow.

“I don’t dare drive home in this,” she tells
me nervously.


“You’re welcome to stay here, but—“ she cuts
me off as her arms wrap around my neck, and
she presses her lips to mine.


“Thank you. I appreciate it.”. Her happy
switch is maxed again.


“I was about to say, I don’t have any clean
clothes for you, and the couch is lumpy, so I’ll let
you have my bed. Also, my roommate is a
pervert, so watch out.”

She looks at me like I’m an idiot.

“That’s okay. I
keep a bag in my car, just in case of
emergencies. And what’s wrong with us sharing
your bed? It’s big enough, and Dennis doesn’t
bother me.”

“How can I argue with that? I just don’t want to
presume anything,” I laughingly joke.

“You know nothing, Jon Snow,” I recognize the
quote from one of my favorite fantasy novel
series, ‘A Song of Ice and Fire,’ and we both
laugh as she brush the snow off my shoulder.

“Have you seen the HBO series based on the
novels?”.


“Yeah, I’ve seen them but it’s not as good as the
books,” she replies earnestly.

I smile as I agree with her assessment. Live
action never compares to the book.

“More boobs,
though,” I come back, and she smiles, but
backhands my chest, with a muttered,

“Pervert.”
She grabs her emergency bag, and we quickly
run back inside. Shaking the snow off, I joke that
maybe we need another shower.

“I thought you
weren’t up to anything. . .” she teases me again,
batting those beautiful long lashes at me.

“Do I have to be up for that, to want to admire
beauty?” I ask back, and am gratified to see her
blush. “Besides, did I say I wanted to fvck you?” I
throw her earlier words back at her, and we both
laugh.
Steph calls her sister, telling her not to worry.
We opt not to shower, and with the late hour, we
decide to just go to sleep.

You're really doing a great work...Thumbup

Oya come give dinner o.

Gud evening to you all, been busy since am.


*kwantinuation*

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Stephanie actually has me
leave my room as she changes into her pajamas,
and when she lets me back in, she is already
under the blanket. I’m curious about her
behavior, it’s not like we hadn’t seen each other
completely nakked a few hours ago, but decide to
let her have her way.
I usually sleep in just my Cr7 boxers. Since I don’t
care if she sees me, I strip right there, and slide
under the covers, next to her.
Stephanie scoots her back to me, and I pull my arm
around her, enjoying the delicious warmth of her
body pressed close to mine. Despite all of the
sleep I’ve had today, it only takes a few minutes,
and I’m out, the soft scent of Stephanie’s hair filling
my nostrils.


When ‘Aeris’s Theme’( my alarm tune) starts playing on my
phone, I’m confused. Vage hadn’t taken me last
night. Is she still upset about what I’d done to
her? Or worse. . . Did we not do it enough, and
she is right now, all alone on her ship, dying. . .
STOP IT Nick, I demand of myself, knowing that
worrying will change nothing, and help even less.


“Is that from Final Fantasy VII?” Startled, I fall out
of bed immediately. I’d completely forgotten that Stephanie had
stayed the night with me. She laughs at me, as I try to
recover, and get back to my feet.
The attractive brunette gets out of bed, and I see
for the first time what she is wearing. It’s a pink
camisole, with matching pink shorts, which
show off her figure well. Her legs look long and
well toned, coming up to her nice arse. She catches me
looking, and gives me a small smile, and a sexy
little shake. Despite how I’d felt yesterday, my
dickson has finally woken up, and it likes what I’m
looking at just as much as I do.


“Ahh! I look a fright this morning,” she cries, as
she spies herself in the mirror. I have to argue
with that though. With her hair all mussed up,
and no makeup on at all, she pulls the sexy bed-
head look off pretty damn well.
She locks the door to the bathroom, however,
before I can state my case, and stays in there for
almost half an hour. By the time Stephanie finally
comes out, her makeup is done, her hair
flawless, and she looks smoking hot in a pair of
tight jeans, and a red top that is loose, and yet still
shows her figure well.
My roomie has been complaining about being locked
out of the only bathroom, but even he shuts his
mouth when Stephanie walks out. Since I’d
showered last night, I only need to brush my
teeth using Oral B, run my fingers through my hair, and I’m
ready to go; being a man is just easier,
sometimes.
Stephanie is disappointingly gone by the time I
come out of the bathroom.
For the first time in a long time, I feel fully
refreshed, as I start my day. My finals today go
by pretty easy, and even though people are still
avoiding me, Dan stays away as well, so I don’t
mind too much.
I see Richard sitting by himself at lunch, and
something inside me makes me sit by him.


“What do you want?” Richard asks me snidely, and I
almost regret my decision.


“I think you could use some cheering up,” I tell
him.


“Nick, and you think you’re qualified to do that? Ha!”
Even though his tone is filled with bitterness, I can
tell that it is directed more inward, than at me.
More qualified than you can know. But I keep the
thought to myself.

“Look, I know you’re still
upset with me, and I understand why.”


“You understand nothing,” Richard turns and
glares at me. “I was going to break up with Tina
anyway. I thought I had a chance with someone
else, but she apparently changed her mind, after
what kept happening when I was around you.
You only saved me the hassle of breaking Tina’s
heart.”


For a second I’m angry that he’d been ready to
hurt Tina like that, but I’m also curious. Then I
remember the look in his eyes that night in the
basement, and know he is just trying to save
face.


“Why did you want to break up with Tina?” I ask,
playing along.
He looks at me for a while, and I wonder what’s
going through his mind. There are times that I
wish I can read minds instead of making my
switches, but things are as they were.
After a few uncomfortable seconds, he decides to
answer. “She was being too needy; talking about
marriage, and kids. I’m not ready for that, so I
was going to dump her.”

At first, I can’t imagine someone dumping a girl
as hot as Tina but thinking back to how Tina has
acted at times, I can’t argue that she can be
clingy. I understand why he would want to break
up with her, but at the same time I’m still
bothered. Tina is a good friend, if not more.

“So who is this other girl?” I ask


“What do you care?” I just look at him, willing the idiot to give me the answer.


T.b.c.

Good morning guys!
*kwantinuation*

I was deeply thinking maybe I might be able to use my switches to get it out of him, but I’m tired of manipulating the idiotic idiot.
“Fine, if it will get you to leave me alone. It’s Serena williams .” The bully nods, and I look at another table to see the redhead eating with her friends. I have always thought she was cute, but rather stuck up, personally, and nowhere on the level of Tina. . . Or even Stephanie for that matter, though I can’t deny she has a racking body. A small part of me feels that since I was the one to ruin things for him, I should be the one to fix them. Damn my conscience anyway.

“Gimme a second,” I tell Richard, and stand to walk over to Serena.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Richard demands, but I ignore him as I walk over to the lady’s table. Serena is the head cheerleader, and she is perfectly suited for that, attitude and all. She surrounds herself with other cheerleaders everywhere she goes, and today is no different. A plan starts to form in my agitated mind as I walk over to her small group. The table goes quiet as I approach, and I assume it has something to do with Dan’s threats, but he’s not even close right now, so I brush the thought away. I quickly make memory switches in the five girls at once, and am thankful I can affect groups. I wonder how many I can affect at a time, but just these five have already started a small throbbing in the back of my eyes. It’s more work to affect groups, than it is to do them one at a time. One of Serena’s groupies leans over and whispers something to the redhead as I wait at their table. Serena looks up at me, her blue-green eyes sparking with annoyance, and I notice that her nose is a little pointed for my tastes, but she is attractive enough. Once you get past her attitude.

“And, like, what do you want?” Her snide tone grates on my nerves, but I answer her anyway. I try to make my voice sound as conceited as possible.
“I understand you turned Richard down, and wanted to know if you’re waiting for a real man?”
The table laughs, but I hold my ground.

“A real man? Ok dude, what makes you think you’re a REAL man?” She laughs some more, but I only smile, as if I know some great secret. Which is true, now that think about it.

“I stole Tina away from him. There must be a reason for that.” My grin gets even bigger, as I watch the women’s eyes grow larger. The cheerleaders murmur amongst themselves, but I can’t understand a word of it.

“I turned Richard down because he—“ I flip the switch in all of them, making them forget the thoughts they were just having. “—he, umm. . . Like. . . Well, there was that time—“ FLIP
“You always did think he was cute,” one of the other girls say.
“Yeah, and you always complain that Tina is a bitch that doesn’t deserve him,” pipes up another girl. Serena looks to her fellow cheerleaders at a loss for words. If my plan has worked, she will have completely forgotten about Richard’s incontinence problem. Or rather, the problem I had caused for him.

“Well, it is no business of yours, anyway, geek. Go bother someone else,” she demands snidely, not very happy about getting advice from her crew in front of a geek.

“Just let me know when you tired of him, doll. I’ll be ready to show you what a real man can do.” Okay, so maybe that was going a bit too far, but I’m sick of being treated like I’m less than I am, and she needs an attitude readjustment. Then again, she and Rich will fit perfectly well together, I think. Smiling I walk away, sure of myself. I’m smart enough not to walk straight over to Richard, knowing that the cheerleaders will be watching me, but I’ll tell him to try again with the stuck up snob. I wish them the best of luck.

After classes, it’s my first day on the math team, and Prof. Jane confronts me as soon as I walk into her classroom.

"I missed you in class yesterday." Was that sadness in her voice, or just a concerned teacher?
"Sorry, I was sick. I barely made it in for one of my finals. I'll be there for your class tomorrow," I sincerely promise.
She gives me a funny look, and too late I remember that I'd made the switch in her that makes her wet whenever I speak. I’m going to have to be careful. I’m not worried about forcing the her to do anything she doesn’t want to; but then again Tina has convinced me that she still has free will. Today she is wearing a knee length skirt, and a white blouse that is getting stretched taut by her large bosom. Her dark hair is mostly down, with some of it pulled back. I meet the other students on the team, Tony, John, and Phillip. I know them well enough by reputation, all of them pretty smart..

T.b.c

i'm following up with dis. Realy wana knw hw he handles d salvation of d planet. More brains 2 u

SmartestPopQueen, where are you? I hope all is well?

Yea dude. Am fine. Just been busy lately..

lorelife:
i'm following up with dis. Realy wana knw hw he handles d salvation of d planet. More brains 2 u

Lolz. Well, just keep your fingers crossed, and enjoy the story.

lorelife:
i'm following up with dis. Realy wana knw hw he handles d salvation of d planet. More brains 2 u

Am sorry guys for the absence, but you should know the current situation of Light and fuel in Nigeria. Thanks

[size=30pt]**Kwantinuation**[/size]


[b]Tony is
wearing large thick glasses that make his eyes seems very small. John is rather heavyset, and
Phillip's acne is so bad, his face looks more like
the surface of the moon, than anything else.
None of them are popular, but then again, neither
am I.
Professor Jane asks us practice questions,
and I let the other three answer most of them,
trying to keep my voice from affecting our Prof. I do answer a number of questions
when the others are stumped, but try to be as
quiet as possible, constantly monitoring Prof.
Jane’s ‘Hot’ switch. When none of us
knows the answer, our coach goes over the
math problem with us.
During the practice, I decide to help out my fellow
teammates. As I had done for Mrs. Stilinski, I turn
up John's metabolism, and then turned down
Phillip's acne and try to regenerate his skin, but
that switch won't form. For Tony, I adjust his
eyesight a little, not wanting to cause him any
stress if his eyes suddenly work, and his glasses
fail. I figure if I work with him slowly over time,
it’ll work out best.
Practice is over before I know it. I’m walking out
of the room, when Prof. Jane stops me.


"Mr Smith, stay for a moment, will you? I want to talk to
you about your performance."
Uh-oh.
I turn around, and sit back in the chair I'd used
while she drilled us on her math equations. Professor Jane
sits on the edge of her desk, and crosses her
legs. Taking her large glasses off of her nose, she
sticks one earpiece in her mouth as she looks at
me. The silence seems to drag on, and I start
fidgeting in my seat, wondering what will happen
next. I can feel my palms grow sweaty, as I try
to consider the possibilities.
Have I talked too much? I honestly tried not to. I
check her 'Hot' switch and it is turned up, but
not extremely so.


"You need to have more confidence in yourself,"
she tells me, finally breaking the silence. She takes
a deep breath, and I watch as one of the buttons
on her shirt looks perilously close to snapping,
and freeing her bosom. I can easily make out the
lacy white bra underneath. I have no doubt that
her students have enjoyed her outfit today. For
only a small moment, I’m jealous of her other
students, but immediately know I’m being
foolish.


"More confidence?" I ask dumbly, my mind
unable to switch gears.


"Yes. I know how smart you are, Nick. You knew
every one of those questions that the others got,
but you waited to answer. This is a competition,
and the quickest one to answer, gets the points.
You need to have more faith in yourself, and
answer sooner. Don't hesitate. Take what you
want, and damn the consequences. . ."
She trails off, and suddenly I’m wondering if
we’re still talking about the math team. She gives
herself a little shake, and then continues talking.


"Our first competition is after the holiday break.
Do you think you can work on your confidence
in that period?"


I nod, still not wanting to talk too much.
Apparently that was the wrong thing to do.


"See, that's what I'm talking about. Don't just nod
at me; Tell me your answer," she demands in a
tone that brooks no argument.


"Yes, professor," I say, trying to sound confidant.


"Yes, what?" She is making me talk more and
more, and with each word, I can feel her 'wet
pvssy' switch move, and gradually her 'Hot'
switch is moving as well.


"Yes, I will work on my confidence." I try to say it
quietly, yet confidently. I failed.


“I can’t hear you,” she coos, and I wonder what
is going through her mind.


Fvck it! “I WILL BE MORE CONFIDANT,” I nearly
scream, and she smiles pleasantly.


"Do I intimidate you?" This question completely
throws me off.


"I-intimidate me?" I ask, flustered.


"I don't see you with girls or even a girlfriend. I
know what other students think of me. I'd have
to be blind to miss all the stares I get. So, I'll ask
you again: do I intimidate you?"


She doesn’t see me with girls? If only she knew
what the last week has been like for me! I can’t tell
HER that, of course.


"You are attractive, Professor Jane," I hedge,
not sure where she’s going with this, "but I think
I do alright with the girls."


"Do you have a girlfriend?" The question almost
sounds more like an accusation, than a curiosity.
I think about Stephanie, but she had made it clear
we are just REALLY good friends. Tina will say
yes if I ask her, I know, but I’m not ready to
commit to her.


"No," I finally answer, hearing the sullen tone in
my voice, and cursing myself for it.
She is chewing her earpiece again, as she gives
me a penetrating stare. I wonder if all women
practice that look, or if it just comes naturally to
them.


"We're going to try a little experiment," Janet tells
me, and I have a bad feeling about where this
might be going.



*T.B.C*[/b]

**kwontinuation**


She throws me a very stern face before saying,

"Stand up Nick." I immediately do as I’m told, and
look down at her as she walks up to me, nearly
touching me. I hold my ground as she looks up,
and I can smell her sweet perfume from this
close.

"Good. Now kiss me."
I take a step back, shocked at her boldness.


"I didn’t say step away from me. See, this is what
I'm talking about. You need to be more
confident in yourself young man." I can hear a note of laughter in her
voice, and it strikes hard after years of being
bullied.


Confident!, Confident? She wants me to be confident? Fine, I
can do just that, I think. It’s just a kiss, nothing more.
But I know it IS more than a kiss, and I know
where this will go, if I don’t stop it right now. I
should walk away, and not look back. I should
run for the door, and lock myself in my room but what will most of the guys reading this will say about me? Especially you!
But instead I step forward, closing the distance
between me and my beautiful prof, and
think, I'll show her confidence. I put my right arm
around her waist, pulling her body against mine,
snake my left hand through her hair to the back
of her head, and pull her face up to meet mine.
Our lips meet, and too late, I feel her 'Hot'
switch crank fully on(Ghost mode).
Professor Jane moans as her arms pull me
tighter to her, and her tongue darts into my
mouth, and back out. I chase hers with mine,
only to come up against her teeth. It’s a game of
cat and mouse, her lips parting freely to mine,
but her tongue only darting out from time to
time, before retreating back into her mouth.
She wants confidence, I remember, and drop my
right hand along her back to her ass, giving it a
little squeeze, and press my tongue forcefully
against her teeth. They part for me this time, and
she sucks my tongue into her mouth. Hungrily
she nibbles on my tongue without hurting it, and
I can feel my hard cockk pressing against front of
her skirt. This woman really knows how to tease
and kiss!
Part of me cries out that this is wrong and that I
have manipulated her into doing this. Oddly it’s
Tina's voice that argues, saying she has free will,
and she doesn’t have to do anything if she
doesn’t want to. This isn't like Vage, a matter of life
and death. For good or bad, Tina's voice wins
out.


I feel the zipper in the back of her skirt, pull it
down, and a second later, it lies crumpled up on
the floor. She pulls away from the kiss then, but
keeps me in her arms, and doesn’t try to get out
of mine.

"What do you think you are doing, Nick?
I'm your professor."

I Almost back away, but I see the
gleam in her brown eyes, and remember what
she'd said about confidence.


"I'm taking what I want, and damning the
consequences," I tell her, throwing her words
from earlier back at her.
She smiles up at me.


"And what is it you want?"
I slip my hands into the back of her panties, grab
her by the rear, and lift her up. Her legs wrap
around my torso, and we are now eye-to-eye.

"I
want you." My voice sounds odd to me, full of a
mix of confidence, desire, and longing. Even
when I’d talked to snobby Miss Serena Williams
earlier, I hadn’t sounded this confident.
She moans as she pulls me back into our kiss,
this time her mouth is completely free and open
to me, and our tongues wrestle, while my hands
grope her tight arse.
I walk us over to her desk, and let her small
weight down onto the corner. I bring my hands
between us, and start working at the buttons to
her blouse, while her fingers undo my pants. Her
buttons are small, and I’m having a hard time
with them as we continue to kiss.
Confidence.
Slipping my fingers between the buttons, I tear
the two sides apart, sending buttons flying
everywhere. She moans again, and just about
tears my pants off in her haste to get them
down. My Cr7 boxers follow my pants, and we have
to break the kiss to get my shirt off.
She looks down at my rod, and I hear her gasp.
Maybe it is the mood of the whole scenario, or
the fact that I’m really into this role of being
confident and in control, but the words are out of
my mouth before I want to think better of them.


"Suck it." Her hands grip my dickson, as she looks
up at me, questioningly.

"I
said, suck it," I repeat myself.
Her fear turns to a smile as she scoots off the
desk, and drops to her knees in front of me.

“It’s
so big,” I hear her murmur, just before her lips
touch the tip of my dickson. I realize that Prof.
Jane likes to be dominated.


*t.b.c*

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**Good morning guys**

**kwantinuation**



I place my hands on the back of Professor Jane's head, I
moan deeply as her lips stretch around the
bulbous head of my Dickson, and then slide partway down my
shaft. My moan triggers a small orgasm in the
mature teacher, and I enjoy the sensations her
moaning is causing along my rod.
I have seen a few blue film's( thats how Nigerian dudes call porn movies) where someone is
being dominant, and while I don’t think I can do
the whole whips and chains thing, I think I might
be able to do the rest.
I used all my strenght to kick off my shoes as Cr7 kicks a shot at goal, and then my pants, while I
use my hands to guide her mouth up and down
my shaft.
She looks so sexy in her white lacy br*a and
matching panties, my large roos*ter (thats the modification of Cockk on NL) distending her
lips and cheeks as she tries to swallow as much
of it as she can. I lean over her, and unsnap her
bra, freeing her two large Twins from their lacy
prison. Her nip*ples are large and hard, and her
bre*asts only sag a little, despite their large size.
Remembering something else I'd seen in a Blue films,
and hoping that my new strength is up to it, I
bend over and to the side of Professor Jane,
wrap my arms around her waist, and she looks
at me in confusion. I heave, and she squeals, as I
spin her upside down and bring her panty-
covered crotch to my mouth.
She moans as my lips touch her already wet
panties, and I feel her warm wet mouth engulf
my John thomas once more, and her arms wind around
my legs. I nibble and lick her covered crotch,
eliciting moans from her, as she sucks some
bliss-filled sounds from me as well.
She really knows how to give head, and I feel
myself coming close, but I don’t want it to end
yet, so I pull her up some more, then gently turn
her, and set her back upright on the floor. I yank
her panties down, before lifting her back up and
setting her on the desk. I’m truly enjoying my
new strength, and what it’s allowing me to do.
Pulling her legs apart, I’m now able to dive my
face into her pvssy, and taste her juices as they
pour from her honey pot. She digs her heals into
my back, as I attack her labia and clit with my
lips, teeth, and tongue, crying out her pleasure at
what I’m doing to her. She has a small patch of
brown hair that slightly tickles my nose, but I’m
enjoying this too much to care.
Soon enough, she starts coming, and my mouth
is flooded with her juices. Much more than I think
is normal, and I look up at her in confusion,
some of her cum-flow dribbling off my chin.


"Professor Jane, I believe you just squirted,"
I tell her with glee.

"Call me Janet," she says, but I just look back to
her pvssy. I step to her side, and slip my two
middle fingers into her honey prison vigorously rubbing in a
back and forth motion against the top wall. Sure
enough, after a few frantic seconds of this, she is
cumming again, her juices arcing away from her
desk, and splashing the floor in front of the first
row of seats. Her body is shuddering violently in
the throes of her squirting orgasm.


Thank you
Blue film, for teaching me that technique.
By this point, I’m dying to get into this hot older
woman, and I hope that there has been enough
of a break that I won't blow my load right away.
As I place the tip of my pricck at her opening, I
hear Janet suck in a fearful breath.


“I—I don’t
think that will fit. . . It’s too big.”
I smile, as I rub the head of my granite hard dickson
up and down her sopping slit. I then start to push
forward, only to pull back, before I feel any
pressure against my John thomas. Janet moans in
frustration, but I have to keep playing the
confidence game (atleast she was the one that initiated the word).

I repeat the action a couple more times, each
eliciting frustrated noises from the professor.

" Janet do
you want this?" I ask, and she nods eagerly.

” I
can’t hear you,” I state, using the same tone she’d
used with me earlier.


“Yes,” she whimpers.


“Yes, what?” I ask her, wanting her to tell me
how badly she wants my cocck.


“Yes, master!”


Master? That’s unexpected.

“Your
slave wants her master’s dickk to pulverize her
cu*nt. Your slave wants to be split in two by that
monster dickk of yours. Fvck her, master. Make
your slave the happiest slave on earth, and fvck her!”


I’m stunned by this sudden switch in behavior
for only a moment, and then before I can say Kwaraption (Buhari's tune), she gets hold of my dickson, and i command again,

"Then take it, and put it inside
your Vine yard."


She eagerly reaches for my member, gripping
my rod, and pulls me towards her small flower.
She rubs my head against her slick v.hole a few
times, moaning as she does so, lubricating my
cocck, before wrapping her legs around my waist
and pulling me hard towards her. All fear about
my size must have been lost in her lust and
desire for me.



*T.B.C*

*kwantinue*


Janet is a tight fit, though not as tight as Tina or
Stephanie, and nowhere near as constricting as
Vage. There is a fire burning in her that almost
scorches my pecker from its heat.


Janet cries out in bliss as bit by bit I sink my
rod into her, and as with Nancy, I’m soon fully
sheathed in her burning pvssy.
She loosens her legs, and I pull back, but she
tightens them again forcefully, slamming my dickk
back into her depths. Reaching for her tits, I
tweak her large nip*ples, making her moan even
louder. I devoutly hope no one will hear us, and
come to investigate, but I’m also too far along to
try and put a stop to this now.


“Yes, master. Fvck your slave. She has never had
anything so big in her before,” Janet cries out.


The third person speech is a little odd, but erotic
at the same time. Almost as if I have my own
cheerleader.

“Destroy her pvssy, and claim it as only
yours, master!”
Our pelvises take up a steady smacking rhythm
as I slam in and out of her. Her arms grab the
back of my neck, and pulls my mouth down to
hers as her inner muscles suddenly grip me
hard, and her cum squirts all over my pelvis, and
dribbles from my balls. The feeling is exquisite,
and I moan into our kiss, intensifying her orgasm
with the sound of my voice.
I’m about over the top, all of this master/slave
stuff seriously turning me on, and pull out, not
wanting to get her pregnant, when another idea
strikes me.


" Hey slave, suck me off, " I order her, and she
immediately hops down off her desk, and
swallows my cum soaked dickson back between her
lips.


“Your slave wants her master’s cum all over her
face and bre*asts. Will master reward his slave?”

It
only takes a couple seconds with her talented
tongue, before I start to unload. My first volley
hits the back of her throat, and then she pulls
back, using her hands to jerk me off as the rest of
my ejaculate sprays across her chest and twins.
She smiles up at me, as she begins to rub my
cum into her skin, tracing around her hard
nip*ples, before scooping up a glob, and bringing
the cum covered fingers down to her pvssy. She
fingers herself until she comes once again,
leaving a small puddle of cum under her.
When she’s done, she stands back up, and looks
me in the eyes.


"I hope you‘ll be more confident in yourself
from now on?" Her personality has completely
switched back into teacher mode. I’m curious
about the change, and conclude that after
spending all day being in control of students, it
must be nice to being controlled by someone
else.


I laugh, as I tell Prof Jane that I will indeed be more
confident. And just to show her, I reach around
and grab a handful of her firm arse.


“I hope this goes—“ she starts, but I cut her off.


“No one will hear about this from me,” I assure
her. She slightly moans and her eyes smolder, as
I forcefully kiss her one last time before leaving her office


Stephanie calls me on my way home, to see if I
need any more help forgetting about finals, but I
turn her down. I really need to study, instead.
Tina calls not five minutes later, and I wonder
how on Earth I’m going to juggle these two
women. Or is it three now with Jane,?
Should I include Nancy as well? My life truly has
changed over the last week and a half!


"I think someone has been sneaking around my
house, and my mom is still at work" Tina tells me
worriedly, bringing my attention back to the
phone call.


"Lock your door, and I'll be at your place shortly," I tell her,
but when I get there, I don’t find anyone.
Tina
thanks me with a big kiss. And for a moment, I
wonder if it was just a false alarm to get me over here.
Remembering the fear in her voice, and even
when I arrived, I know she was truly worried.


"Want to come inside? My mom's not home, but
if you want I can call her up. I'm sure she
wouldn't mind to start coming, during one of her breaks. . ."


I laugh, but turn her down for the same reason
I'd turned down Stephanie, and relieved that Tina is
safe.

"I really need to study for finals. I only have
a few left, and next week is the start of the holiday
break."


Tina pouts, but in the end lets me go. For some
reason, I feel like I’m missing something as I
leave, and the feeling sits in my gut the whole
way back to my apartment.
I don’t get much studying done (Dennis and
Rose are really going at it in the other bedroom),
but when ten o'clock rolls around, I decide it’s
time for bed.


I truly hope that Vage comes to get me tonight.
I’m afraid she’s still very Upset at me, which i dont think i can handle anymore.



T.B.C

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been following since 1901 ....nice work tho'

lolz. Since 1901? Funny. The story itself is how many year old?

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kwantinuation


Blue lights penetrates my eyelids and i know where i am. My eyes fly open, but I’m disappointed to see I’m the only person in the room. The white light douses me, and I can feel my strength leaking from me, as it builds up my body.

"Vage?" I call out, but there’s no answer. In silence I wait for the light to finish its work, and then I’m back in my own bed. I’m worried that she’s still upset with me, I’m too guilt ridden. Rose is in the bathroom when I get up, so I go ahead and eat, while I wait. She takes a little longer than Stephanie had yesterday, but I don’t mind too much. Dennis comes out of the bathroom with her, and suddenly I understand what has taken them so long. I quickly shower and shave, and decide to walk to campus. The sun is up, but the air is crisp, my breath misting thickly from me as I walk. My phone rings, and I see its Tina, from the screen

"Nick?" Her voice sounds quiet on the other end.

"I think that person is back. Can you come over and check?" I’m already most of the way to campus, and really don’t want to turn back around to get my car.
"I'm sure it's nothing. Just jump in your car, and drive here. I'm sure you'll be fine," I try to reassure her.

"Okay. See you in class?" She still sounds unsure, but I’m glad I won’t need to walk all the way back, and get my car.
My first class has a final today, and I don’t want to be late for it.

"I can't wait," I say. But I can wait. After what had happened with Prof. Jane last night and then having both Tina and Stephanie in the same class. . . Well, let's just say that if I didn’t have a final, I would be ditching it again. The morning veritably flies by, my finals are easy, and I’m usually one of the first ones done. I see Richard talking with Serena, and know I don’t need to tell him about her. He actually goes so far as to give me a smile and a nod when he sees me, though Serena only gives me a disgusted look before saying something that makes Richard laugh.

I don’t have a class after lunch, having taken that final on Tuesday, so I engage myself in the library, and try to come up with ideas on how to defeat the Bokoharams, and casually try various switches on inanimate objects around me. From experience, I know I can create multiple switches at once on a group, but it’s harder on me than making switches one at a time. And the thought of trying to affect an entire fleet of the red beasts. . . Well, that would probably kill me, and I would never even get the opportunity to move the switch, once I make it. Is there something I can do to a few that might affect the rest? Maybe if they mate like the Aliens do, I could put all their females in heat. The males would go wild with lust, and the females would have to mate, or else they die. Meanwhile the human race could fall upon them, and defeat them. . . There are a few problems with that, though. While affecting only the females would reduce the strain on me, it would still be too much. I would also need to notify the government about the aliens, and I don’t feel like being locked up in a loony bin. And then, I am only going with a guess that they MIGHT be like Vage, which isn’t a good start. Vage's entire species are herbivores, while the Bokoharams are pure carnivores. Maybe if I were to change their diet. . . But then again, their food preference doesn’t necessarily mean anything. It’s not likely to work, but for now it’s something. No further plan occurs to me by the time I have to get to Prof. Jane's class, and I reluctantly turn my feet in that direction.
Stephanie greets me just outside the door, with a smile on her face, and her long lashes batting at me. Had I really thought Tina was that much prettier than her a couple weeks ago? Right now, as the pretty brunette smiles at me, I’d have to say they’re on par.

Thinking of Tina, I look around for her, but don’t spy her blonde hair.

"Are you ready for this? I stayed up half the night studying, but I know there will be something I forgot to look up on this final." She seems fidgety as she speaks all in a rush.

"Relax. I have no doubt you'll do fine," I try to reassure her, but she isn't having it.

"Well, we can't all be as smart as you, Nick. I'll bet you played games all night, instead of studying."

"I studied," I tell her defensively. I had listened to Rose's loud cries, and Dennis' grunts more, but I HAD tried to study. . . For a few minutes, at least. Deciding out of reflex to do something for her, I make a quick switch to increase her memory, and confidence, and budge them both a little, and I see her back stiffen slightly, and her shoulders go back.

“Hmmm,” she murmurs, “I don’t know why, but suddenly I feel a lot better. Thanks!” She gets on her tip-toes and places a soft kiss on my cheek.

T.b.c

*kwantinuation* (Illegal tune)


Stephanie sits right next to me, and I look around again
for Tina, but she is nowhere to be seen.
Prof. Jane has us separate some, putting at
least one empty seat between each student,
before handing out the tests, one by one. She
informs us that there are four different test
versions, but when she hands me the question
booklet from the bottom of her stack, I see that
the answers have already been marked, and then
poorly erased. Janet barely smiles at me, before
walking on, handing out other tests. I notice a
few of the other men in class giving me jealous
glares, but luckily Stephanie is already going over
her test, and hadn't noticed.
I still don’t see Tina.
I start answering the questions, at first verifying
the circled answer is the correct one, but after the
first ten are accurate, I start copying the book.
Every now and then I answer one intentionally
wrong; there is no reason to make my cheating
completely obvious,(who knows? The president may extend his anti corruption programme to our school) even if Janet had handed
me this book on purpose. I also verify answers
here and there, just to make sure it’s not a trap.
It’s not as though I don’t trust Janet, but it’s
always better to play it safe, than sorry. For all I
know, she might trick me, in order to get me to
fail, and then I’d have to take her class again.


About halfway through, Tina still hasn't shown
up. Tina had said she would see me in class,
didn’t she? Was there really someone there this
morning, and did they do something to her? Or
am I just being paranoid?


Dammit, I don’t need this right now!
I start rushing through the test, worried about Tina. I can call her as soon as I get
out of this test.
Sweat is actually beading on my brow, as I walk
up and hand the test to Prof. Jane. She
smiles at me again, and I think she is about to say
more, but looks at the class behind me, and just
mouths, "Thank you."

Despite my stress, I can’t
help but catch her sweet scent, and notice how
nice she looks.


I try to walk calmly out of class, though I know
my steps are faster than a normal walk. As soon
as the door closes behind me, I pull out my
phone, and call Tina.


One ring. . . Two rings. . . After the fourth ring, it
goes to the MTN's computer girlish voice.

Hanging up, I try again, but
with the same result. I decide to leave a message
this time. "Tina. Just worried about you. Gimme
a call when you get this. Bye."


That was my last class, but I would gladly skip
any others as I start to walk briskly home. My
heart is thudding in my chest as I almost run,
and despite the cold, I’m sweating even more as I
rush to get to my car.


I only have the faintest warning, before pain
explodes in the back of my head, and blackness
swallows the world around me.


* * *


The back of my head hurts almost as bad as
the second day with my ability.

A soft sobbing is the second thing to penetrate
the haze that seems to fill my mind.

Lifting my head to find the source of the crying, I
realize that I’m tied up and nakked, as I attempt to
move my arms. The room I’m in is dim and
there’s no furniture. I can faintly make out holes
in the wall, and know that this must be an
abandoned house. The only light is coming
through the holes in the walls, and a flashlight
shining on Tina.


Tina lays hunched on the floor about ten feet in
front of me, her hands tied to another post, and
she was just as nakked as I am.

Bruises and cuts cover her
body, all of them fresh, some with dried blood.


"So, you finally wake up," a cold voice says from
a shadow. I look in the direction of the voice,
groaning at the pain the movement causes in my
skull. The voice laughs, and only then do I
recognize it.


"Dan," I say, the name hissing through my
teeth. Damn, even talking hurts. I fight feebly
against my bonds, but they’re rope, and I know
my ability can’t affect them. The pain of even this
small movement is excruciating.


Tina moans piteously in her corner, and I feel my
rage increase, some of it directed inward. I had
assumed that Dan's attack would come at me. I
didn’t think he would attack someone else to hurt
me.


"What do you want from us?" I’m proud of how
steady and calm my voice sounds.


"Us? I don't want anything from Tina, it's you I
want to make pay. She is just an innocent,
caught in your freakish evil ways."


There is
laughter behind every word, and it makes me
think of the Joker.


For a second I debate on flipping his 'sleep'
switch, but that will still leave us both tied up.
Somehow I have to convince him to untie us.
And in order to do that, I have to keep him
talking. I don’t think a 'guilt' switch will work in
him, like it had in Tina the last time I'd been tied
up.


"MY evil ways? What are you talking about?" How
could HE consider ME evil, after what he’d
obviously done to Tina?


T.b.c

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*kwantinuation*

Dan Peters steps out of the shadows, and into the dim light, wearing nothing but a wicked smile. His dickk is hard between his legs, and it wobbles as he walks to where Tina’s cowering. My blood boils as I see the fear in her eyes.

"Why?, it’s a good thing I arrived when I did,“ Dan says solicitously and then continues, “Unfortunately I’m too late to stop you from rap*ing and Killing poor Tina, but at least I got here in time to beat you to coma, freak."

Tina cringes as Dan approaches her, and I spit in his direction, and then moan in pain. I notice he has a condom on, as he bends over, grabs Tina's arse, and lifts it up.
She struggles against him, until he smacks her hard, she sobs some more, but stops fighting. I know this isn’t the first time he's ra*ped her today, and that this time it’s just for my benefit. I can’t stand it. Even if it means staying tied up, I can’t let him hurt her again. I flip his 'sleep' switch, and cry out in throbbing agony, as nothing happens.

Dan mistakes my cry of agony for one of anguish, and laughs as he shoves himself into the bounded woman from behind. Tina cries out, her terror and pain evident, which only serves to make Dan’s smile wider. I try again to put him to sleep, but the ache in my head is too intense, and I can’t work through it. I slump in my bonds, trying to drive the hurt away.

"No!" Dan screams. "No, you will watch this."

Hearing him approach me, I look up in time to see him grab a broom handle and crack it against my ribs. There is a loud CRACK, and I feel my ribs break; breathing becomes an excruciating chore. Spider webs of pure torture blossom from the point where he'd struck me. My scream echoes around the small room well after I run out of breath.

"Watch it and weep, or I'll hit you again. You don't have to watch long. She’s pretty loose, but as soon as I'm done, I'll put you both out of your misery."

"You won't get away with this," I wheeze, having a hard time getting enough air.

"Won't I? What is there to get away with? I heard some odd noises from outside as I was walking by, and came in to find you strangling Tina as you ra*ped her. I beat you with this stick, and apparently go too far, and kill you. I'll even call the Police, and sob at the evil I saw in here."
Dan cackles, and I know I need to stop him somehow. Joker, indeed. If only I can get my switches to work. If my head didn’t throb so badly, I’m sure I could do what needs to be done, but there is no chance of that right now. Dan walks back over to Tina, and flips her to her back, before thrusting violently back into her. Her tits bounce obscenely as the bastard plows in and out of her. He gives me a big smile as his hands wrap around her neck, and I can see her eyes bulge as he starts to strangle her.

"You pansy crazy fool!" I cry, hoping to distract him, but he ignores the insult, grinning at me while he slowly chokes the life out of Tina. I can no longer hear her sobs, as they are also cut off. I can see the stark terror in her eyes as she looks at me, pleading for me to do something. She knows what I’m capable of, which makes the look of pleading in her hazel eyes that much more painful. I know she wants me to use my ability, but I can’t. It’s just not working right now.
"I can't," I sob, as I watch her dying. My head hurts too much. Maybe if Vage were here to heal me, I could use them, but she’s not. Wait, isn’t she always watching me? "Vage!" I yell, ignoring the pain in my chest and head at the effort. "Help me."

Tina's eyes slowly close, as her struggles weaken. In desperation, I fight against my bonds, against the pain, needing to get out, to run to her and save her.

Tina's eyes close, and her limbs go limp, and sick, demented Dan blows his load into the condom.

Suddenly a quick flash of light illuminated the room, and I see Dan look away from me.

"What the fvck?" His hands loosen around Tina's neck, but it’s too late.
She lies unmoving, as Dan stands up, and grabs his broom handle again.

A familiar greenish-yellow light surrounds me, and I don’t waste any time. The broom handle is flying hard and fast at my head, a blow that will likely knock me unconscious, if not worse, when I hit his 'paralyze' switch. The broom stops mere centimeters from my temple. I can feel my body tingling, as it repairs itself under the healing light. My ribs knit back together, and the throbbing in my head lessens until it’s gone. I feel the ropes holding me to the post loosen, and then fall, but my eyes are locked on Dan. My sight is filled with a red haze, as I glare at this evil beast. I can’t even think of him as a human. I see fear in his beady little eyes, and his lips quiver as I step up to him.

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