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Intro
Being stuck in a wheelchair did not mean Sport was
helpless. In fact, being disabled since birth had cultured
and created a colourful and very interesting person. He was
eighteen, an difficult age for some, a interesting age for
others. Sport was a combination of both. His whole life had
been a struggle, right from his difficult birth. So difficult
that his mother died only seconds after he appeared. After
that his father resented and mentally abused the young man,
until they rarely ever saw each other.
This story is not about his disability, so much as his
ability. An ability that he created wholly in his mind. Some
may classify the boy as evil, or demented. And others will
call him special and gifted. But in truth, Sport was only a
desperate teenager that had discovered his "power" at an early
age.
The "power" was his mind. Nothing else, just his mind.
But it was a power that is uncontrollable, and so special that
the young man never did learn to fully use it. It started at
a early age, with the simple movement of telekinesis. A teddy
bear that was out of reach, and no one in sight to help, he
simply desired the toy so much that it suddenly jumped to his
hand.
There were several other incidents that occurred. And
until Sport's father discovered the boys "powers", it was
simply a game like any other. But that one time was enough,
the lad was beaten with the belt until sitting in his wheel
chair was impossible. From that time forward, he only used
his gift with discression.
After that he learned to use this power without the
knowledge of others. Sometimes "listening" to minds or
"projecting" his "eye" beyond the confines of his fathers
house. Sport was also able to heal the body, healing a broken
leg of a favourite dog. Though the ability to heal himself
was always beyond his control. Not to say he could not do it.
Rather, he felt that if he did it, he would loose this "power"
that he had acquired. So to keep his abilities, he had to
live with his legs being useless. There were many abilities
that the lad had taught himself, many could be useful to
society if the teenager had wished.
Though this story could be very verbose it the telling
of all the lessons Sport had learned throughout his short
life, rather it will tell about a few of the acts that he did
and what drove him to them.

Chapter I
Traci happened to be Sports best friend.
She was also his nurse.
She had begun working for Sport's father, four years
ago, when the boy was only fourteen. And in those years spent
so much time with the young man, that she had quickly grown
upon him. They talked about everything, well except his
power. She was the first female in Sports life that he felt
affection for. She would come to his room, first thing in the
morning, and help him get out of bed. She would fix his meals
for him, watch tv with him, and even stroll with him through
the park down the road.
Yet, Traci didn't notice the cold reaction she had
received when she told her patient and friend that she was
getting married. She was twenty-eight, and a very attractive
woman. But for some selfish reason, Sport never considered
that she might have a life outside his house without him. A
few weeks went by, while the young man help back his emotions
and feelings on the subject before he tried to use his powers.

She sat upon the couch watching tv with him, using a
subtle mind link, Sport began to reach into her thoughts. At
first he was worried that she would become aware of his
attack, since he had never tried this with anyone before. Yet
after he sent a telepathic suggestion to her, and monitored
her thoughts for a few moments, did he realize his powers had
worked.
Traci turned towards Sport and smiled with a pleasant
and warm smile. Sat up, picked up the dishes then departed
the family room. For a moment, the lad wondered if his
attempt at altering her thoughts actually worked.
In fact when she returned to the family room, Sport
spoke nonchalantly. "Are you wearing panties?" If his
suggestion didn't work, then he would pass off his comment as
a joke. Only her reply would tell him his power had worked.
"Yes I am." She stopped and stood in the doorway of the
family room, a puzzled look upon her face.
Another test was in order. With a smile Sport ask her,
"Would you take them off please?"
"Right here?"
"Yes."
Very calmly, Traci lifted the hem of her dress and
reached underneath of her panties. But the movement froze
Sport. His power over another human had worked. Not only had
it worked but worked so effortlessly and easily that it had
taken him by surprise. He watched as the cotton white panties
were unceremoniously moving down the long slim legs.
What could he do now?
Sport had never thought beyond the simple suggestion to
his nurse and best friend. The suggestion that all the
emotion she felt for her fiancee be transported to him. And
that he would support his every need. Initially it was to
keep his friend by his side for years to come. The fact that
the power had controlled her enough that he watched as she was
taking his panties off for him.
The fact that she was a beautiful woman did not pass him
by, it had only been a benefit to being friends. Being stuck
in his chair did not render his teenage yearnings any less.
Just frustrated him enough that he blamed his lack of a social
life on his wheelchair and his disability. Of course he hated
his lifeless legs, but not enough to heal himself. He liked
his powers even more.
"Would you like them?" Traci startled him out of his
thoughts, and was wearing a smile unknown to him. He had no
answer to his mental thoughts and didn't reply. "Or would you
rather I put them back on."
His answer slipped from him, "No." He reached out and
she placed them in his palm, after stepping up to him.
Bending over to playfully kiss his nose she spoke,
"Would you like me to wear any tomorrow?"
Her breath was warm upon his face, and he suddenly
realized he had never kissed this woman before. Nor had she
used the tone of voice she was now using upon him. Was this
the way she spoke to her fiance?
"Please don't." He tried to hide his embarrassment
unsuccessfully. "I like the idea of you..."
She kissed him again, and interrupted, finishing his
sentence. "Being naked underneath my skirt?"
"Yes," he stuttered the next word, "naked."
She stood back up, "Well I never before imagined, but
the idea of having my bottom bare near you excites me." She
quickly turned before he had time to say anything, and left
back to the kitchen.
Sport held the panties in his hand, and only realized
that he actually had them. Feeling very naughty and excited,
the teen spread the cotton briefs and studied every inch of
the small undies. His heart beat so fast that he didn't even
noticed a pleased Traci looking at him around the corner.

Chapter II
For a week, no hint of what had transpired that eventful
day had crept into conversation. Traci did non-challauntly
tell him her proposed marriage with her fiancee was over. For
good. And besides her adoring smile at him and her panties
under his pillow, he would not have believed his luck.
He didn't use his powers with her over that time, but
instead practiced upon the young girl that lived across the
street. Directly across from his window, in fact. After the
initial use of his power upon another individual, using it on
another person became even easier.
Her name was Claudia. And ever since Sport can remember
she had always made fun of him. She was a cute ninwteen-year
old, that would sometimes strip down to her panties and bra
before her window, frustrating the disabled young man, before
again dropping the shades.
Well it happened three nights after "that" day with
Traci, Claudia began her little strip tease and dance before
the open window. Sitting up in his bed, in his darkened room,
Sport sat frustrated and mad. Hatred and even desire ran
through his veins. Why did she sometimes do this to him?
Obviously she danced before the open window sometimes looking
directly across into the darkened window across from her
bedroom. Once, she even poked fun at him, saying he was a
"dirty cripple" that would watch her through her window. She
was right, he watched her, but she was the one that initiated
the encounter.
This time when she wiggled her slim hips around her
cluttered bedroom, Sport attempted to control her body. At
first he wasn't able to do it. Then he suddenly felt within
his mind, a psychic touch with her physical body. As he
watched, he saw the shock upon her face as she suddenly stood
before her window dressed in her favourite dancing clothes,
panties and bra. Knowing that her body was not following what
she willed it to do. It was under control of the "dirty
cripple" across the street. Of course she didn't know that.
Across the divide that separated them, Sport moved the
girls arms and hands until Claudia began to undo the bra strap
behind her. Soon the ugly undergarment feel from her
shoulders exposing her pointy teenage breasts.
Sport didn't stop there. He moved her hands to her
almost-boyish hips and began to push down her panties. It was
the first time the young man had seen so much of a woman's
body. And when the girl moved her panties past her hips, he
saw the hairless crack of her sex. Of course he knew how a
woman was built, but had never had the pleasure of seeing just
how beautiful a sight it actually was.
Claudia stood again after she stepped out of her
panties. Terror written on her face, as Sport forced her legs
apart slightly. He forced her to stand perfectly still as he
enjoyed the visual sight of her body. She had curly brown
hair, long slim limbs and hips, small almost nonexistent
breasts with pointy dark pink nipples toping each. But the
sight that he enjoyed the most was the dark crack of her
vagina. It started high up on that delightful mound and
disappeared between her legs.
The scared teen turned slowly until her back was facing
the window and stood still. Sport saw the round firm buttocks
and lean almost boyish back. Her arms were holding her hair
to the top of her head.
He was about to force her to again face him when a knock
upon the door startled him. It broke the mental contact he
had with Claudia's body. And she disappeared behind he wall
and then the light was turned off.
"Are you awake Sport?" It was Esmerelda middle-aged
woman that lived and worked for his father taking care of the
house. She only wanted to know if he wanted anything before
she retired to bed? He hide the bulge between his legs and
told her he wanted nothing.

Chapter III
It was one of the few times his father ate supper with
his only son. And even that was a chore, since he actually
read his paper between mouthfulls and ignored the young man
completely. Sport sat beside his nurse, Traci, and accross
from him was Esmerelda. Betty, the cook, served the meal then
sat at the opposite end of the table from the head.
Usually, it was a pleasant and delightfull time of the
day for Sport. Sitting with the three hired women of the
household, talking and laughing. Yet with the older man in
attendance, conversation was lacking. In fact it was almost
quiet, except for the polite small-talk that was necessary at
the table.
Yet for the young man it would be a different experience
for him than any other meal. Today he had decided to find out
if Traci was wearing any panties under her usually loose
skirt. Actually he was prepared to investigate that fact
earlier that day, but his fathers appearance had stole that
idea quickly away. Not leaving him with any time to put his
desire into action. Also with the completion of the meal,
Traci would be leaving for home and the teens discovery would
have to wait another day.
Sport was so excited at the idea that his body sometimes
shook with adrenaline and contained energy. Thankfully no one
noticed. His pent up desires forced his actions during that
meal. He also wondered if his earlier suggestion to his nurse
was still in effect.
Under the table, Sport placed his hand upon the knee of
his pretty nurse. He froze and quickly glanced at everyone at
the table, except Traci, to see if they noticed anything. He
left his small hand in that place for several minutes, waiting
to see if Traci discuraged his advances. Nothing.
With the tips of the same hand, he lifted the loose
skirt up under his hand, between his palm and her knee. He
took a mouthfull of potatos then quickly moved his hand onto
the now-naked flesh of the pretty woman sitting next to him.
The unfamiliar feel of female flesh was somehow wonderfull and
scary at the same time. He held her leg an inch below her
knee cap. Traci still didn't react, but continued to slowly
eat, with only a small smile upon her face to reveal any
emotion at all.
With the hand trembling, he slide it up the soft smooth
flesh. Inch by inch, very slowly he moved upwards. Always
expecting her to stop his advance at any second, and prayed
she didn't. In fact she didn't stop him at all, nor did she
help him.
His fingers felt the soft yelding flesh of her inner
thigh as he continued to move upwards. Sport felt the
opposite thigh hinder his advance any further and he finally
pulled his hand from her warm flesh. Traci's skirt was about
her upper legs and must be exposing her long naked legs
beneath the table. Sport wished he could view them, as he had
witnessed them a week before as she pulled her panties from
beneath her skirt. His hand moved to the leg farthest from
him and gently pressed on the inside of her knee forcing her
legs to spread.
Again she didn't help nor hinder him.
Then he pulled the first leg towards him, knowing her
long slim legs were widely spread in a vee beneath the table.
He returned to his position upon her upper leg, his fingers
discovering the flesh of her upper thigh. There was was moist
heat in that area, and at first it troubled his young virgin
mind.
Only when he resolved to complete his voyage, did he
discover the cause of the warmth upon her delightfull flesh.
The first thing he felt when he reached the area between her
thighs was a thick curly bush, moist and warm. It was easily
parted for his fingers to come into contact with the wet hot
folds of her crack. At first only the tips of his fingers
touched her crack, moving up and down the slimy channel. He
discovered the hard bud at the top of the crevice and the
sloppy wet hole at the bottom.
In fact, Sport was surprised when his middle finger was
enveloped into her wet vaginal hole up to the third knuckle.
Quickly he looked to the face of his nurse to see her gently
bitting the bottom of her lip and staring at her plate. He
pulled the sunken finger from her inside her body, and rubbed
the thick wet substance that covered it upon her warm soft
thighs. He again returned to her crack and playfully slide
his fingers and palm back and forth along the length of her
crack.
Traci only moved once, when he again touched that hard
bud at the top of her slit and wiggled it playfully. She
shivered visibly, her bottom especially aggitated upon the
chair and his fingers. Fearfull that someone may see the
effect that his nurse was showing from his advances, he left
that hard enlarged bud alone. And returned to the comforting
hole at the bottom of her vagina. Using two fingers began a
slow in out motion and continued this until his father placed
the paper onto the table, showing that the meal was over.
Supper was over, as was the secret play that Sport had
enjoyed with his nurse. Betty returned to the kitchen.
Esmerelda and Traci helped by taking the dishes out to be
cleaned. Once when Traci was returning for another load, she
caught her charge smelling and tentavily licking his fingers.
Embarrased they both turned red and returned to the usually
after-supper duties.

Chapter IV
Being seperated from the general populance did not mean
the young man was ignorant of the facts of life, in particular
woman. He knew why she had been wet between her legs, and
even the reason why she had wiggled her bottom so
delightfully.
That evening, the same night when he had first touched
his nurse beneath the kitchen table, Sport lay in his bed
wondering about the events that had transpired. It was still
early in the evening, but he had given the excuse of eating
too much at dinner, that getting away was easily accomplished.

Once, minutes after supper, Sport had seen the shine of
moisture on the inside ankle of his nurse. The skirt hem
ending about a foot from her ankle hindered his sight to that
one instant. But he realized that the moisture that he had
discovered between her legs was now moving down her long legs.
Especially without panties to hold back the tide.
Without even knowing it, the pubescent teenager made a
mental contact with his nurse. He realized it when he "heard"
her voice in his head as she was talking about fingers. Traci
was home, and alone by the thoughts she projected. It did not
take the lad long before he discovered that his beautiful
nurse was masturbating to the thoughts of him.
Masturbation was a release that he rarely endulged in,
leaving him feeling uncontent. But now as he "listened" to
Traci, his hands strolled down to his hard penis beneath his
pyjama bottoms.
She went over the events of supper time, with
inturruptions of feelings what she was undergoing beneath her
own fingers. Sometimes she would remember a moment in the
past when she touched him or he looked at her. Imagining
situations when she indulged in innocent and spuratic teasing.
She would return to the images of supper time and the feel of
his fingers upon her sex and the electric thrills it sent
through her. She remembered the sound of his voice as he
asked her to take her panties off. And the sound of her own
when she told him that the idea of her naked bottom around him
excited her.
A flood of her image voice came to him, even with the
miles that seperated them. And as he "listened", his own
hands manipulated his hard cock. When Traci's own orgasm
exploded in her mind, with a flood of sexual and confusing
images, Sport also released his seed.
Minutes after their mutual release Sport sent images of
love and desire to his nurse. Across the miles that seperated
them, Traci fell asleep her hands still between her legs as
she thought of her love for her charge.

Chapter V
Esmerelda was a handsome woman, who was probably quite
attractive years ago. She had been married years ago, but her
husband had died in a war a few years before Sport was born.
She was a friendly and warm person, whom the young man could
feel comfortable around and even talk with if he was feeling
down.
Two days had gone by and Traci had been more than
friendly, often inviting another encounter with his hand. Yet
the young boy didn't do anything with her, perhaps because he
also enjoyed the excitment of his "love" and her urgency of
another erotic touch. Instead when he was around or not, his
mind would send her little bits of emotions, or thoughts,
exciting her towards another self-love session. It became,
that whenever she came around him she would faun over him,
touching his hand or shoulder, looking into his eyes as if
pleading. In all, Sport was enjoying the charade, though he
reenforced Traci's lady like values to hold back her desire
she radiated for him.
It was about this time when Sport decided to enter the
mind of the live-in maid, Esmerelda. What he "saw" startled
him. The woman was a lively and sexy woman, completly
opposite to her actions. For one, Sport discovered that on
her night off she went to a remote bar and would often go home
with a man for a nights passion. Another, she liked to make
love with a woman just a must as a man, something Sport hadn't
thought of before. Yet excited the hell out of him. Often as
she worked diligently about the house, her mind was going over
the encounters with her gentemenly friends. So the talented
young man began to intrude upon her thoughts and even mold a
few to his own liking.
For one, he enforced the fact that he was the bosses
son, and that she should watch her step around him. Much like
she does with the old man. Yet he tried to build a strong
desire to continue to work with him, to follow what he said
and not his father. He wanted to try something, something
different than with Traci.
So on that day, Traci being off for the day, Esmerelda
spent much time around the disabled teen. When she bent over,
as she often does, to fix the pillows where she had been
sitting earlier, Sport promptly placed his hand upon one
raised round cheek.
Esmerelda yelped then spun around, "Sport!" He smiled
at her, then again reached out and grasped her breast a few
feet from his face. She pulled away, "Don't you realize what
you are doing?" Both, of course, knew. "It, its not right!"
Her voice had gone up an octave.
"I like you Esmerelda." He smiled and interrupted
before she could say something, "And would hate for father to
discover what you allowed me to do." She didn't say a word,
unsure of what he meant.
He tried another approach, as per his plan. "I'm sorry
Esmerelda, I just...well you are so beautiful and I never
thought you... But of course if you don't like cripples!" He
created a sad face.
His act and a quick mental link, forced her actions.
She took the two steps to him and wrapped him in her arms.
"I'm sorry Sport!" Kissing his brow. "I don't mind if you
are disabled, really dear." Still pretending hurt, he melted
into her shoulder. "It just that..." That very second is
when his hand reached between them and clenched at her full
round breast that hung inches below his chin.
She froze.
Sport moved his hand around until he completly held the
end of the roundness in his small hand. After a few seconds
he again moved it down to her stomach and pulled up her
sweater to reach beneath. This time he cupped her breast
against her bra, feeling her warm and smooth skin through the
harse material. His lips were next to her ear and he
whispered, "Don't wear a bra tomorrow if you want to keep
working here." He kissed her warm neck and then sat back
letting her go.
Esmerelda stood and quickly straightened her sweater,
frowned at him, then promptly turned and left the room.
That night, the lad sent the puzzled woman several
mental messages, but didn't try to force her dicision. At
least not directly. That next morning when she came to wank
him before Traci arrived, it was odvious that her breasts were
free of the hinderance of her bra.
Sport did not even try to hid his gaze as he watched the
sway of her large breasts under another of her casual
sweaters. And as he watched, both nipples began to harden,
giving him an added delight. Esmerelda was unusually cold to
him this morning, ignoring him as she went about her duties
mechanically, not even glazing in his direction.
When it came time for her to help him out of bed and
into his chair, that he first spoke, after her hands were busy
helping lift him. "Open you shirt for me Esmerelda." She
didn't say a word, or even acknowledged him until he was
sitting down.
The older woman stood straight and with quick hands
lifted the bottom of her sweater up to her neck and stood
still facing him, her eyes forcibly ignoring his. Sport of
course boldly viewed the large pale white bosom in a delighted
excitement. Noting the silver dollar sized nipples and every
wrinkle they revealed. With trembling hands he moved his
chair closer to her then reached up to hold her flesh mounds
in his hands. He stole a amused look up to her face and saw
that she was bitting the bottom of her lip while he explored
her chest.
"You can lower the sweater now." She did and was about
to rapidly leave the room when he again spoke. "Now lift your
dress up!" The sound of his voice revealed his excitment.
She stood still for several long seconds as she seemed to
contemplate her options.
When her hands clenched at the hem of her skirt, he felt
the power of controling another human being and it was like a
bolt of electricity running through his body. Using his mind,
he could make this older woman do anything. Even now hours
after the last contact with her mind, she was doing things
because of his direct intervention into her thoughts. He
loved it.

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"Higher!" She finally lifted it so he could see her
crotch. He saw that her nylons were the kind that went up to
her waist and completely covered everything of interest. And
below that, was her panties which made a double hinderence to
his sight. But Sport still reached out and felt the tight
fabric over the mound that he had sought. She was an older
woman, and wide in the hips, but not overly, and was still
very attractive. And the mound between her legs looked like
it hid a wonderful part of her body that he meaned to explore.
"I don't like panty hose, I want to be able to touch you
here," he pressed firmly where he imagined her clitoris hid,
"and here," he reached up with the free hand and cupped her
breast over her sweater, "so please don't wear any more bras
or panty hose."
He sat back and enjoyed her frantic exit from her room.
After a quick examination of her thoughts, decided she would
not reveal his orders to the old man and left her to her
emotions.

Chapter VI
Sport had not seen Claudia since that enjoyable day, she
had kept her blinds down when she was home, and avoided him
out of the house. So late at night, when both houses were
dark, he reached out his mind to contact hers. Soon he felt
her sleeping presence. He instinctively knew that in a dream
state a person was much more supseptable to certain
suggestions or "orders". So in only a moment, Claudia was up,
her light on and her blinds open.
As before she did a strip of her nightclothes, no
underwear, until she again stood naked before her open window.
Moving animatedly she moved a chair to the window and sat in
it. Quickly her hands moved to her sex, her legs widened and
her body trembled. Sport forced her to manipulate her
hairless vagina for his viewing pleasure. He moved her legs
over the arms of the chair until her thighs were very widely
spread and her knees raised slightly. This gave the young man
a perfect view from his perch. This continued for several
minutes.
Suddenly the Claudias door opened. Standing there in
her housecoat was her mother, opened mouthed and frozen in
surprise. This intrusion broke the mental contact with the
girls body and she began to cry and ran to her bed to hide.
The mother mumbled something Sport could not hear and promptly
left, closing the door behind her.
For a moment, the young man forgot Claudia and worried
about the older woman telling her husband about the sight she
had witnessed. So he quickly found her thoughts inside the
large house and quickly made a suggestion, changing the
emotions that went along with her earlier vision of her
daughter masturbating. These thought grew rapidly until the
older woman found her sleeping husband and crawled beneath the
covers to his lap.
So fascinated by this turn of events, Sport attempted to
use another power. He visualized his eye moving over to the
house across the street and into the bedroom of Claudias
parents. Suddenly, almost as quick as he thought of it, his
vision was suddenly travelling across the open space between
houses to the open window of the young crying girl. The
vision did not enable him to hear anything as he could see
Claudia crying in her bed, but he ignored her.
His sight moved through a dark wall into two rooms until
he found the room he was seeking. The light from the street
lights and the moon flittered through the window giving enough
light to see by. He noticed Claudias father, Bill Rutherford,
right away lay in the middle of the large bed. While Jen was
between his spread legs beneath the covers her head moving up
and down over his crotch. This continued for some time, at
first puzzling Sport until he realized what was going on. Mr
Rutherford pushed the blankets down to his knees revealing his
wives head of hair over his middle.
Sports vision moved about he room to get a better view.
The man held on to the woman's head with both hand and
controlled her motions as she bobbed up and down continuously.
Yet her long hair hid everything that she was doing, thought
he young man could easily imagine what a delightful sensation
it would be having a woman do that to his crotch.
Finally Jen looked up from her work to look upon her
mate. She began to climb up his body, her eyes looking like a
wild predator as she positioned herself above his hips. She
wore a long loose shirt which she quickly pulled up, her
fingers pulling aside her panties before she dropped down onto
the glistening pole of her husbands cock. Fascinated, Sport
watched everything very closely. Bill held onto his wives
hips and began to move his own up in time to her sinful
descent. Both made faces of delight and ecstacy as they
fucked quickly to the enevable explosion that Sport knew was
the conclusion to this evening.
Bill bite his wives nipples through the thin shirt,
while also pressing the fabric of her panties into her crack
of her bum. Try as he might, Sport could not see the place
where they joined, it was too dark and the clothes Mrs.
Rutherford wore hide everything. Sport only guessed when the
moment had come, Bill had made a stupid surprised look as his
orgasm came. While Jen look saddened and frustrated to Sports
surprise. They collapsed, holding each other closely.
Sport had seen more than enough and was about to break
contact when Jen Rutherford rolled off the bed and moved
daintily out the door of her bedroom and down the hall. His
vision followed as she went through the dark house to the
basement and a comfortable common room. The small attractive
woman sat upon a long comfortable chesterfield and peeled her
panties down her legs and then through them over into the
corner. She spread her legs in the darkness and began to
manipulate her sex with both hands. His vision could just
barely see her form in the darkness and could only see a dark
spot between her thighs where her fingers were moving
frantically. It didn't take long when she began to convulse,
her body shaking and her head whipping back and forth, having
an orgasm her husband could not deliver. Finally Mrs.
Rutherford relaxed and took her time to catch her breath.
Sports contact was promptly broken when his sperm shot
out of his enlarged penis to land upon his stomach and chest.
He also caught his breath after the sights he had just
witnessed. It was a large world out there with many wonderful
and exciting women and Sport knew that he wanted to discover
as many as he could. And with his powers he was able.

Chapter VII
The next meal with the three older maidens was strained.
Betty seemed puzzled by the silence that hung over the table.
While Esmerelda stared at her plate, and Traci keep looking
towards her charge with expectant eyes. Only Sport seemed in
uncommonly high spirits. Often making a pleasant comment or
asking a simple question to one of the ladies about the dinner
table. And as usual the supper was delicious.
While eating Sport began to play with his nurse's body
using a simple form of telekinesis. He manipulated her
vaginal region, her clitoris primarily and her inner thigh
teasingly. She often wiggled her bottom on the seat, looking
around if anyone had seen, or moved her knees together as a
cricket would. Once she even moved her hand between her legs
and pressed down to relieve the sexual pressure contained
there, to no avail. That and Sport noticed her arm movements
and sent a signal for her to stop. She had to sit through the
meal in a high state of arousal, much to the delight of her
young charge.
It had been three days since Esmerelda was ordered to
appear at work without bra or panty hose. Well it was very
obvious that her breasts were unhindered in any way, but her
legs were still covered in nylon. About to berate her, Sport
decided to just slip his hand up the back of her leg as she
stood with her back to him. Much to his surprise and delight,
he felt that her nylons only went to midthigh, and that they
were held up by flowery type of harness to her waist. He
promptly ordered her to lift her skirt high and then she did a
slow spin to show him her stockings and garters, as she called
them. Also she wore a skimpier type of panty that showed much
of her thigh and he could see the darkness of her bush
beneath. Beyond that episode, he had done nothing else.
It was after supper that Sport rolled his wheelchair
into the kitchen and sat watching Betty moving about the large
well stocked room. She never even noticed him, while he
studied her every curve of her body. Betty was in her early
thirties and from Latin decent. Her skin was a wonderful
olive colour and her hair jet black. Sport hadn't even really
noticed her plain strong features or her almost boyish body
before his encounters with the other ladies of the household.
When she bent over the chopping table in the kitchen,
Sport sent a command to her brain, severing all motor
functions until he commanded otherwise. It took only the
briefest second until Betty was laid out, her upper body
laying on the table. The teen "listened" to her thoughts for
a few seconds, recognizing her fear. She mentally screamed,
nothing worked, not her mouth, her eyes, nor any muscle in her
body. She was absolutely helpless. Betty could only listen
to what's going on around her and see was is right in front of
her vision.
Sport rolled up behind her. "Is there something wrong
Betty?" He didn't even bother reading her thoughts. He let
her panic for a few seconds before he reached out and lifted
the hem of her tight skirt. He moved it slowly up her long
straight legs to her buttocks, before forcing it higher over
the curve of her boyish bottom until it was collected at her
waist. "I can help you." He touched her small panty covered
bottom, feeling the muscles beneath his hands. "Yes I can
help you...but you will have to do whatever I say from now
on?!" He sent a mental command along with his words.
He pulled her panties down from her hips to a point
right above her knees. Her slim bottom and long crack was
exposed for his delight. He pulled apart her asscheeks and
studied every inch. She had very little hair upon her body,
including her asscrack and even lower to her sex mound. He
traced the trail from her tailbone to just where her vaginal
hole began. Sport spent several minutes just studying her
anus, the puckered wrinkled hole. Then he moved down to her
vagina and plunged a finger into her. She was very tight,
tighter than Traci had been, which surprised him. She was
also drier, which did not please him.
He sat back satisfied for the moment, whipping his
fingers dry upon her olive buttocks. While she lay there, be
began to work upon her mind. She would not remember being
helpless, yet would remember every touch that he gave her. He
also left a suggestion that would enforce her determination to
always follow what he asked. And he made sure not to touch
any of her feelings that may go along with some of the
suggestions he placed. Thus enabling her natural reaction
whenever she followed his orders.
He enabled her motor skills and slowly wheeled himself
out of the kitchen. Not looking back, even when he could feel
his cooks eyes upon his back.

Chapter VIII
Sport finally acknowledge Traci's desire by giving her
the attention that she coveted. That afternoon, as she pushed
his chair through the perfectly groomed park near his house,
that he proposed to her. "Would you do something for me?"
Without any hesitation, "Anything..." The beautiful
woman also had a slight tremor in her voice.
"Would you play with yourself while I watched?" He
turned his head to look upon her delighted features. She only
nodded and smiled shyly at him, as a response. But her step
quickened as they headed back home. "Over there, between that
copse of trees. I want to see you touch yourself there." His
arm pointed to a shady secluded spot off the main trail. She
pushed him between the trees to a small grove, well shaded
from the surrounding park.
"Over there on that grass should be comfortable." Again
he pointed, this time with a slight tremble in his hand.
Without a sound Traci walked slowly to the slight hillock and
sat down. First she pushed her comfortable flat shoes off,
then she smiled happily at her young charge as she unbuttoned
her blouse. "You are very beautiful Traci!" He meant it, but
it also was spoken to reinforce the mental commands that she
had been given. And she beamed hugely as she continued to
slowly undress.
Traci was proud of her body, that could be seen in her
movements. She was also very attracted to Sport, thanks to
his suggestions, in this she had no choice. So she used her
beautiful body to snare the young man, to incite his hormones,
not knowing that everything she did was under his control in
some fashion.
Soon, Traci lay upon that bright green grass with the
sun sifting through the trees to brighten her gorgeous naked
body. As seducly as she was able, she spread her legs and lay
back, her eyes upon the large unblinking eyes of the teens.
Slowly she grasped her round firm breasts and needed them
slowly, always pulling the little nipple outwards before going
back down to the base of her breasts.
Sport watched every detail, every move, very closely, as
she moved one hand down her stomach to the expertly trimmed
triangle between her legs. The young man could feel his heart
pounding in his chest as his nurse began to manipulate her
sexual organs for his pleasure. The thin fingers ran through
the bush and gently sliding a finger along the shiny pink
trail. The longer she did this, the more the rest of her body
responded. Traci began to rotate her buttocks, lift her hips,
dig her heels into the soft ground, arch her back, and close
her eyes and let her head fall back to the ground. She moaned
through her clenched teeth even while the second hand also
found its way between her legs.
She used one hand to manipulate the hard little bud at
the top of her pink slit, and the other to rub up and down the
length of the flowered open lips. The moisture was covering
her fingers and dripping down her lower thighs and buttocks,
giving her radiant skin more illuminecance. Her body became
frantic as it wiggled and ground about on that small hill.
Traci's orgasm was soon approaching, Sports mental
instructions had kept her in a sexually aroused state and just
the touch of his eyes upon her could easily bring her to the
edge of orgasm. To push her over that edge, all she needed
was the touch of her fingers.
Sport had intimitly touched that gorgeous sexual organ,
and had mentally aroused it, and also witnessed several
others. But the intensity of his nurse's orgasm was very
compelling, seductive and addicting. At that moment his lust
and love for women intermingled and he desired more. His
power that had brought about this moment was paramount in his
own mind and nothing was going to interfere with his drive to
discover more. The aroused exhausted stat that his nurse was
in soon after her orgasm was a very erotic time for him, as he
"spied" upon her drowsy thoughts.

Chapter IX
Esmerelda had been purposely avoiding Sport since that
day he told her to wear no bra. She didn't hide her anger
when he had fondled her stockings and thighs, nor did she
allow her anger to be shown to anyone else. Of course she
didn't say anything to anyone else about the teens advances,
nor could she with the commands placed in her mind. A part of
her was fascinated and attracted to him while the other was
disgusted at his blunt regard towards her privates.
"Esmerelda, please close the door." She did. Every
night she would make sure her charge was fastly in his bed,
since Traci went home soon after supper, it was left up to
her. Lately she had been very quick about tucking him into
bed. "Come here please." The boy smiled as she walked the
few steps to his bed, her face a stone mask showing no emotion
whatsoever. "Take your skirt and sweater off." She froze,
afraid of what he would ask after most of her clothing was
off. "Now Esmerelda!" He spoke with a sweat venom that spoke
more than those simple words.
Sport watched as the older woman took off the garments,
moving unseducivaly and methodolically until she stood with
her panties, stockings and garters and shoes. The young man
wanted to try something with the experienced woman, something
that he had witness a few days before. And after the show
that his nurse had given him that afternoon, his sexual energy
was very high.
He pulled the covers off his body with a sweep of one
arm uncovering his naked body. Then asked, "Have you ever
sucked a mans penis before Esmerelda?" Of course he knew the
answer to that question, but his own ethics demanded he ask.
She just looked stunned at him. "Have you sucked cock
before?"
Quietly, "yes."
He smiled at her, giving her the next command mentally.
The middle aged woman looked upon his well proportioned penis
for the first time, knowing that she had to perform to his
wishes. Sport watched as she walked around to the foot of the
bed then climbed on. She crawled up the huge soft bed on her
hands and knees, moving his legs apart as she came closer to
his midriff. Moving mechanically, she dropped her head with
mouth open onto his already hard cock. Swallowing it to the
base, in the first attempt.
As Sport had seen his neighbour do, he grasped the back
of her head in both hands, his fingers intertwining into her
hair. Esmerelda sucked frantically, hurriedly. Quick to
finish her duty. She was indeed experienced at sucking a mans
cock, but always at her digression. It was a fantastic and
wonderful feeling, having a mouth move up and down while
sucking on his sex organ. His one regret was that he could
not move his hips up to meet her mouth, as it felt natural to
do so. Instead his head fell back and his eyes closed shut.
He sent a unconscious mental wave of sexual
gratification upon the woman before him. She began to work
harder and one of her hands slide between her thighs to clasp
the panty covered crotch. The boys orgasm was not long in
coming, after the show he had viewed earlier that day and the
strong sexual energy that caused his quick demise.
Esmerelda swallowed loudly as the boys sperm shot into
her mouth and eventually down her throat. Her raised bottom
was wiggling about in the air, her hand manuevering under her
undies. She moaned even as the last spasm forced the teens
cum into her mouth. Her own orgasm small, but yet
fulliflling.
Sport was exhausted, and realized why his victims seemed
so tired after having a powerful orgasm. Even though he had
been barely aware of anything beyond his cock and the skilled
lips, he realized that Esmerelda had also enjoyed the moment.
And when she began to enjoy her duty, her skill became
exceptional. He was so exhausted that he barely noticed his
maid leave his room, after giving his cock a quick kiss.