Part 1

Introduction

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 sixteen, 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 discretion.

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 twelve. 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 nonchalantly 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 fifteen-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 training 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 under garment 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 across 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 delightful 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 discouraged 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 mouthful of potatoes 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 wonderful 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 yielding 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 delightful 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 biting 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 agitated upon the chair and his fingers. Fearful 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 tentatively licking his fingers. Embarrassed they both turned red and returned to the usually after-supper duties.

Chapter IV

Being separated from the general populace 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 indulged 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 interruptions 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 sporadic 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 separated 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 separated 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 excitement 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 charred, though he reinforced 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, completely 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 gentlemanly 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 completely 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 coarse 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 decision. At least not directly. That next morning when she came to wank him before Traci arrived, it was obvious that her breasts were free of the hindrance 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 biting 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 excitement. 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 controlling 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.

"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 hindrance 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 intended 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 susceptible 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 night clothes, 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 Claudia's door opened. Standing there in her house coat 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 Claudia's 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 filtered through the window giving enough light to see by. He noticed Claudia's 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 ecstasy as they fucked quickly to the enviable 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.