AUTHOR = Switch Blayde
E-MAIL = switch_blayde@hotmail.com
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Part 1
The tubes of chemicals were lined up on the table in the brightly lit Chemistry Lab like soldiers awaiting the battle cry of "Charge!" The 18 year old college freshman apprehensively stared at them, sweat beading on his brow. An outstanding student, Jimmy excelled in all subjects except one -- Chemistry! The reason goes back to his 10th birthday when his parents bought him a chemistry set. Playing with his new "toy", the curious boy mixed the wrong chemicals and caused a reaction that left a hole in the living room carpet and a bad burn on his arm. The carpet was easily repaired, but the scar on his arm was a permanent reminder. Since that day, Jimmy had been deathly afraid of chemicals. But Chemistry was a required class for his major so here he was, trying to complete his assignment.
Jimmy's hand shook as he carefully gripped the tube and poured the contents into the flask. He wiped the sweat off his brow before selecting the next chemical. "Is this the one?" he questioned himself. "Please, oh God, please be the right one," he prayed in a whisper to anyone who could possibly help. When this chemical mixed with the others, the liquid in the flask started to turn milky-white. Jimmy watched the swirling murkiness within the flask and wondered if that was supposed to happen. The liquid changed again to a bluish and then a reddish color, and then began sparkling. The last thing Jimmy's conscious brain told him was that it was not supposed to do that.
BARRROOOM!!!
The flask exploded, splashing Jimmy's face with its contents. The boy's head jerked back and then fell forward as he collapsed onto the table. A cloud of vapors hovered around his head until they dissipated.
Jimmy awoke in the nurse's office, lying on the uncomfortable cot. After his eyes fluttered open, he tried to sit up, but the dizziness caused him to crash back onto his back.
"Whoa there," the concerned nurse said, "not so fast."
"Wh-What happened?" the stunned teenager asked.
"You had an accident... in the Chemistry Lab. Don't you remember?"
"I... I... Yes, I remember being in the lab and working on my assignment, but... but I don't remember anything else."
"There was an explosion," the nurse explained. "It knocked you out and the others said they saw this strange cloud covering your head. I'm recommending you have a chest x-ray to see if there's lung dama... um, to check out your lungs. It's just a precaution... nothing to worry about," she lied to calm her patient. "But for now, is there anything I can do for you?"
Jimmy looked at the nurse for the first time. She was around 27 years old, with shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes. The white starched uniform couldn't hide her slim, but curvaceous figure. Jimmy thought to himself, "Yeah, you can suck my dick."
The teen was about to tell the nurse that he didn't need anything, but froze when she began undoing his pants. She fished his cock out and hesitated a moment -- a confused expression on her face -- then descended upon it. Her mouth opened wide as she swallowed the cock, which hardened instantly as soon as Jimmy felt her warm, wet mouth.
The stunned boy didn't know why the nurse was doing it, but he didn't stop her to ask. He was getting his first blow-job and it felt deliriously wonderful. He fought to keep his eyes open so that he could watch her head bob up and down. The sensations originating in his cock and permeating throughout his entire body were extraordinary. Jimmy didn't think he could feel any more pleasure than the sucking of her warm mouth, but when her tongue began swirling around his cock-head, it pushed him over the edge. The teen jerked his hips upward, forcing more of his throbbing cock into the young nurse's mouth, and then began shooting his hot sperm down her throat. The nurse sucked and he spurted another load into her mouth... then she'd suck and he'd spurt....
This continued until her sucking didn't produce any more sperm, whereas she quietly stood up and looked down at Jimmy. The puzzled expression returned to her face while she patiently waited for the boy to speak, unconsciously licking the excess sperm from her lips.
"N-No, I don't need anything else," Jimmy finally said.
"Good. Now rest up a bit and when you feel strong enough you can return to your next class." Then, while walking away she looked over her shoulder and added, "Don't forget about the chest x-ray," and left the room.
Jimmy stared at the empty doorway, then at his wet cock, then at the doorway. He was baffled, not understanding why the nurse did that. He quickly realized he was exposed in a public room and stuffed his cock back into his pants.
Lying back on the cot the teen tried to figure out why the nurse did what she did. Then he remembered his thoughts just before she gave him the blow-job. His thoughts were for her to suck his dick. But that couldn't be it. Why would his thinking about it make it happen? He gave up trying to make any sense out of it and went to his next class.
News about the explosion spread through the college like wildfire. In each class, Jimmy was surrounded by worried friends and other students asking for details. His teachers also empathized and expressed their concern. His last class of the day was no different, except for his teacher. Mrs. Peterson was Jimmy's wet dream.
Debra Peterson was 31 years old, 5'5", with long, wavy auburn hair and green eyes. Her slim build made her 36D breasts seem that much larger. When she leaned over to ask the teen how he felt, her hair framed her beautiful face and her breasts stood proudly in front of Jimmy's face.
"I'm fine," Jimmy answered, "just feel kinda stupid, that's all."
When Mrs. Peterson patted Jimmy's hand, his heart began to flutter -- as well as another part of his anatomy -- and he thought, "Boy would I love to feel those tits."
"I'm so glad you weren't hurt," Mrs. Peterson said, and then pulled Jimmy's head to her breast and held it there.
Jimmy found his face squished between his luscious teacher's tits. He couldn't believe she was pressing his head against her, but he was enjoying every second of it. He even moved his head up and down a little to rub his face against the spongy orbs. But all of a sudden the grip on the back of his head was released and Mrs. Peterson stood up. She looked down at her young pupil in shock and then quickly scanned the room to see if anyone else noticed. She was concerned about the youth, but physical contact between a teacher and her student was taboo. Confused, the teacher made her way to her desk and sat down. She remained silent for a few moments trying to gather her thoughts. Then she shook her long locks to clear her head and began that day's lesson.
Jimmy, meanwhile, realized that his thoughts were acted out. Was it a coincidence? He could have misunderstood Mrs. Peterson's intention, but not the nurse's. There's a difference between comforting someone and giving them a blow-job. His brain went into overdrive as he tried to solve the puzzle. Did something happen in the lab other than rendering him unconscious? Did the chemicals change his thought patterns? What was the cloud hanging over his head that everyone was talking about? Had he physically been altered? Could he now communicate through his thoughts? And if so, were people compelled to obey those thoughts? Jimmy had to determine if it was true. But how?
Jimmy lazily looked around the classroom, stopping on Heather Lockmire. In all his classes, Heather was the prettiest girl. Although barely 5'2", she would never be mistaken for a young teen. At 19, her body had formed perfectly into an hourglass shape of 34C-19-32. Her natural strawberry-blonde hair, dyed with red streaks, hung past her shoulders in permed ringlets. Her pale-blue eyes sparkled with the confidence, and often arrogance, of someone who knew they were gorgeous. Her eyes would either turn a man into a submissive "puppy-dog" who would cater to her every need, or pierce through you, letting you know that you are beneath her and not worth recognizing. Jimmy always saw the latter stare. He was bright, but not what you'd call a "lady's man". In fact, at 18 years old, Jimmy interacted with girls very little and had hardly any sexual experience (none if you don't count porn and his own hand), receiving his first blow-job just a short time before.
Heather sat across from Jimmy in the horseshoe arrangement of desks that encouraged group participation. As usual, she was dressed to attract men and to make other girls jealous. Her tight stretch-top clung to, and came just below, her firm tits, leaving her tan midriff bare. Her skirt was short, displaying her smooth legs unencumbered by stockings. Her presence would often distract Jimmy during class and she'd catch him looking at her. When those piercing eyes met his, the embarrassed teen would quickly look away, not seeing the smirk cross her lips. But today was different. He openly leered at her legs and when she caught him looking he sent a thought her way, "Heather, you don't care that Jimmy is looking at you. Turn back to the front of the class." And, to Jimmy's glee, she did just that.
Uncertainty again entered the teen's mind, doubting his new ability. He looked at Heather's legs and wished for once that she'd open them. Uncharacteristically, Heather's slim legs moved ever so slightly apart. "More," Jimmy said to himself, almost out loud in his excitement. He held his breath as they parted more... and then more, until the light illuminated the area under her skirt... between her legs. Her little white panties were visible.
"Heather, you are getting turned on. You don't know why, but you feel sexually excited." Jimmy spontaneously released these thoughts.
Jimmy watched fascinated as the blonde began squirming in her chair. Her legs closed and opened. When they closed again, he saw her press her thighs together and grind into the chair. Engrossed with the action under the desk, Jimmy caught a movement higher up. Heather had her hands folded across her chest and he saw her fingers squeezing her breasts. When her fingertips began tweaking her nipples, Heather started rocking back and forth in her seat. Her movements were getting so frantic now that others began to notice. Jimmy quickly sent a thought to the aroused girl to leave the room after she sees him do the same, and then the boy quickly got up and exited the classroom.
Moments later, Jimmy saw Heather come into the hall. She looked at Jimmy as if she wished he would disappear, but he stood his ground. By now the girl's body was shaking with uncontrolled sexual excitement. She considered going to the ladies room, but she needed immediate relief. Her hand slipped under her skirt and between her legs. When her arm began to move rapidly, it was obvious to Jimmy that she was rubbing her cunt. Her knees bent and her legs spread to provide her hand better access as she leaned against the wall for support. Soon her body slid down the wall until Heather was sitting on the floor.
Jimmy walked over to the masturbating girl and looked down at her. She was sitting on the floor with her feet on the ground and her knees spread wide. Her skirt was around her waist providing a clear view between her legs. Her panties were pulled aside and one hand was rubbing her clit while two fingers from her other hand were being rammed in and out of her pussy. The usually confident girl looked up at the boy in total humiliation. Her eyes implored him to leave, but he stood fast. She was so embarrassed but couldn't stop... the sexual drive was much too great.
Suddenly Heather closed her eyes and started rubbing her clit more furiously. Her other fingers stopped moving, fully jammed inside her cunt. Her hips began jerking, thrusting her body into the buried fingers. Jimmy sent her a thought to open her eyes and look at him while she came. She did and their eyes locked.
"Ah, ah, ahh, ahh," the girl sighed as her body controlled her. "Oh god, don't look," she pleaded, but Jimmy ignored her. "Ah, ah, ah... huh, huh, huh," she continued to grunt. It was obvious her body wanted her eyes closed, but her mind forced them open... always staring up at Jimmy. Then Jimmy saw her pupils move up in her eye sockets so that only white showed in the bottom half. Heather bit her lower lip to suppress her scream and let out a low guttural sound as she came.
When Heather recovered from her massive orgasm her mind regained control of her body and her eyes refocused on Jimmy. She looked down between her still spread legs and saw her fingers buried inside her pussy. She quickly pulled them out and tugged her skirt down.
"What are you looking at?" she indignantly yelled at Jimmy.
"Just a slut masturbating."
"How dare you! Who do you think you are?" she scolded him, trying to regain the superiority she was accustomed to.
After Jimmy sent Heather a silent message she unconsciously stuffed her juicy fingers inside her mouth and began sucking on them.
"So, the slut likes the taste of pussy," Jimmy taunted the blonde.
Heather, realizing she was sucking her juices off her fingers, turned a deep shade of red. She pulled the fingers from her mouth, scrambled to her feet, and ran down the hallway. Jimmy sent a thought after her to return to class in 10 minutes, hoping she was not out of range, and reentered the classroom.
In 10 minutes Heather walked into the room and returned to her seat. She looked agitated and kept glancing over at Jimmy with a combination of confusion, hate, and embarrassment spread across her face. Jimmy commanded her to spread her legs again and looked at her panties until the class ended. As soon as the bell rang Heather fled the room.
During the drive home, Jimmy tried to make sense out of all that happened. He was stopped at a traffic light and impatiently thought to himself for the light to turn green... it didn't. "So," he said to himself, "it doesn't work on inanimate things." Then he noticed a woman with an infant in her arms waiting for a bus. He sent the man in the car in the lane between him and the curb a thought not to move until Jimmy passed in front of him. The light turned green and the man sat in his car waiting for something. He wasn't sure what for, but when Jimmy pulled in front of him and then to the curb, the man put his car into gear and drove off.
The woman looked at the boy in the car and began walking towards him, not knowing why. When she reached the car she leaned into the passenger side window and asked him if he would give her a ride. She didn't know what compelled her to do so, but she waited for his reply.
"Where are you going?" Jimmy asked the woman who he was manipulating.
"I'm going home," the woman answered, not sure why she was even talking to the teenager.
"And where's home?" The woman told Jimmy and he realized it wasn't much out of the way. "Okay, put the stroller in the back seat and hop in the front with me," he told her. When she hesitated he repeated it as a thought and the woman did as he requested.
Jimmy sped off in his car with another lesson learned... his thoughts were much more powerful than his spoken word. Through his thoughts, Jimmy compelled the woman to answer his questions completely truthfully.
"What's your name?" Jimmy asked.
"Michelle," she answered without hesitation.
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-four."
"How old is your baby?"
"Jenny is 3 months."
"Why are you going home?"
"It's feeding time. I have to feed Jenny."
"Why didn't you just give her the bottle where you were?"
"I'm, um... breastfeeding her," she said with a little difficulty. It was obvious she was embarrassed to say that to a teenage boy.
"Well, if Jenny is hungry, you should feed her now... right here in the car."
Michelle's head turned quickly around and stared at Jimmy with her mouth open in shock. But when he passed along the same command as a thought, the young mother unbuttoned her blouse and opened up the front clasp of her bra. Her milk-swollen breasts came into view. Jimmy watched as the new mother positioned her baby's mouth over her tit and how the infant automatically grabbed the nipple in her mouth and began sucking. Michelle anxiously looked outside the car to make sure no one was watching. Jimmy made sure she didn't block his view though.
Michelle was very embarrassed breastfeeding her infant in a stranger's car. She didn't understand what compelled her to do it, but the baby needed to eat so she rationalized it was unavoidable. But she hated the way the boy kept leering at her tits. She wanted to cover them up, but somehow wasn't able to.
Jimmy alternated between watching the road and the young mother's tits as her baby suckled on a nipple. His hard cock felt uncomfortable inside his pants so he managed to undo his belt, pop the snap and lower his zipper, and pull out his cock. A quick thought was all he required to cause Michelle to reach over and grab his dick. Holding her infant with one hand, the woman began stroking the teen's cock with her other hand. The sight of a young mother breastfeeding her child and jerking him off at the same time was exhilarating to Jimmy.
When Michelle saw the boy take his hard cock from his pants she was appalled, but rather than scream she reached over and began rubbing it. Right there in his car, in public, not only were her breasts exposed, but she was jerking off a boy. She didn't understand why, but concluded it was necessary and did not worry about it. For some reason the hard shaft in her fist felt good so she continued to stroke it.
Jimmy was ready to cum and didn't know quite what to do. He considered having the woman take his cock in her mouth, but was afraid he'd risk hurting her baby. He decided what to do and after relaying it to the woman, she released his dick and cupped her hand. Jimmy took over for the woman and began jerking off. Lucky for them he had just stopped at a red light because he was about to close his eyes. He pointed his cock at the woman's cupped palm and began shooting his cum into it. When he finished he opened his eyes and saw the pool of milky white liquid in her hand.
"Michelle, have you ever sucked a cock?" Jimmy asked her after reinforcing through his thoughts that she had to be completely honest with him.
"Sometimes for my husband, but not often."
"Has he ever cum in your mouth?"
"No never!"
"Have you ever tasted cum?"
"No, that's disgusting."
But Michelle's next action was contrary to her last statement. She brought her cum-filled hand to her lips and flicked her tongue at the substance. "What am I doing?" she asked herself. This is his sperm... I don't want to taste it." But her tongue returned for a second helping.
Jimmy watched the woman lick his cum from her hand. While her baby drank her milk, she drank his sperm. Like a cat drinking from a bowl of milk, her tongue extended and curled up as it scooped his fresh cum from her palm. When most of it was gone, Michelle spread her fingers wide, making her palm taut, and licked her hand from her wrist to her fingertips until there was no longer a trace left. Jimmy especially liked watching her snake her tongue between her fingers, getting every last drop. Then she licked her lips to retrieve the jizz that accumulated there when her mouth was buried in the pool of sperm. Jimmy sent one more thought her way and her fingertips gently squeezed the last of his cum from his now limp dick and brought it to her mouth to lick clean.
They were a few blocks from her house so he had her redress. When they arrived, Michelle retrieved the stroller and strapped her baby into it. After rolling it onto the curb, she had an urge to return to the car. She got back into the passenger seat and noticed the boy's cock was still sticking out of his pants. She leaned over and put it inside her mouth, sucking and licking it for a minute or so. Then she silently got out of the car and walked around to the driver's side. She put her hands on the car and thanked him for the ride. Then she turned and disappeared into the house... totally perplexed.
Jimmy drove off wondering what adventures awaited him.
THE END (not yet) go to Part 2
