Chapter 1

I looked at my watch as the last remaining light was turned out in the house across the street. I wrote the time down in the small black ledger as I had each night for over a month. I was observing the Grant house from the comfort of my easy chair, in complete darkness—the chances of my being detected very slim. I am single, having moved to the neighborhood several years earlier. Because of my status, I have plenty of time on my hands—too much some would say. Lately, a lot of my time has been devoted entirely to the Grants, although they aren't aware of it.

We are the typical next door neighbors. I frequently sit on their back deck drinking beer with Dale and having a good time. We are what you would consider good friends. Of course on these visits, I had gotten to know Darla, his wife, and their two daughters Renee and Deanna, ages 20 and 17 respectively. Over the years, I had become virtually a member of their family—to the girls I was more of an uncle than simply a friend of their dad.

Dale was an administrator at the local high school while Darla taught third grade. Renee had just finished a nursing degree and was engaged, the wedding was in just two weeks. Deanna was a senior at the local high school.

My obsession with the family began some years before but I managed to contain it. About a year earlier, she came home while I was out mowing my grass. She jumped out of her car in dark green short-shorts (the bottom of the shorts fell just far enough to cover her ass cheeks) and a white spaghetti strapped shirt. This was out of the ordinary for her as she usually dressed with class and style—almost business like. I don't know why Deanna struck me any differently at that moment than she normally did—but she did. It was at that point my obsession went from strictly a part of my imagination to something I had to carry out.

Even in her normal attire, there's no doubt that Deanna has a fantastic body. Her tits are a little smaller than my liking—around a B cup—but her ass is fabulous. The short, tight shorts simply accentuated it, causing my cock to immediately stand at attention. Her ass has flare and thickness, and is held up by thick and firm, fantastically tanned thighs and long legs. Her long, thick brown hair falls to her shoulders, framing a beautiful face. She stands around 5'6 and weighs around 125.

Her mother and sister, Darla and Renee, are similar in height, 5'3 or so, but Darla is at least 30 pounds heavier at 145. I would guess her measurements to be around 36-32-40, give or take a couple. Renee and Darla favor each other, although Renee's eyes seem to "bug-out" slightly. But she too is a very attractive young woman. Neither Darla nor Renee have large tits. Darla's look to be the largest, but it's not by much. Renee's hair is dark brown, almost black. She wears it brushed out straight, falling to just above her shoulders, with her bangs pulled to the side tucked behind her ears. She also has a nice ass, but it's smaller, lacking the 'flared hips' and larger thighs which characterizes Deanna's ass. However, it does swell outwards very nicely and looks to be firm. There is just enough for each cheek to fit nicely in each of my hands—or so it appears.

It is harder to tell much about Darla. She is in her mid-40s and never seems to wear anything other than sweaters (or long sleeved blouses, depending on the time of the year) and dress pants—like many school teachers. She is average build for a woman her age and keeps her hair "done" like women who are twenty years older than she--her black curly hair is short and always beauty parlor styled. She is a nice looking lady, even though she does her best to look ten years older than her age. The small, circular wire rimmed glasses go a long way to helping her accomplish her goal.

Although this is a small town, and although Darla is somewhat plugged into the social scene (the same one that is common to all small towns), she seems to be so only passively—meaning she keeps her eyes open to what the local women her age are wearing and her ears open to the gossip. But she doesn't seem to be anywhere close to the center of it.

I had realized at a young age that I had a talent. I possess the ability to read minds as well as manipulate them. I can control anything about a person essentially by hijacking their brains. I can have them remember doing/seeing/hearing/etc., things that never happened or I could have them forget things that actually did happen. I can block sensory signals from the body to the brain or I can actually manipulate them. For instance I could make a person see anything I want them to see, without it ever actually being there. On the other hand, I can completely block the sight of something right in front of a person—whether it be another person, a building, etc.

The easiest way to 'manipulate' someone is to delve into their minds to see what is already there. There only takes milliseconds. For instance if an older white woman already has a desire (even if it is suppressed) to be dominated by several teenage girls, it's very simple to bring that desire to the surface and cause her to act on it. If the same woman has those desires already on the surface, but has never acted on them, it's even easier to get her to act on them. Sometimes the person knows about the feelings they suppress, other times they don't. There are times they know about them but don't really understand them. Although I am able to "implant" thoughts and feelings that are not already there, I prefer to use whatever desires they have to my advantage (without implanting them). But I am certainly not beyond implanting desires or, in some situations, taking them away. What I find the most entertaining is allowing that person to realize what they are doing while they are doing it, all of their ideas of 'right' and 'wrong' being challenged but at the same time they can't help themselves as they enjoy the 'sin' to the fullest.

Although I had used my talent to my advantage for many years, I decided not to "cheat" on my latest conquests—the Grants. Imagine that you had a favorite video game that you played all the time. You spent days and days doing your best to master it. Then imagine if you had the cheat codes to that game. Would you use them? The temptation would always be there, that's for sure. I possess the cheat codes to life, essentially. I can manipulate everyone and everything to my advantage (and to someone's disadvantage if I so desired).

As I looked out my window, I my "game," for the time being, was the Grants, and although I have the "cheat codes" to do whatever I want to with them, without their being able to do anything about it, I decided that I would play fairly—at least for a while. For me to play 'fairly, ' I decided I had to case their house like any other smart criminal would—which is the reason for my little black ledger. For the past month, I had been keeping meticulous notes of the Grant family, when they came home, when they ate, everything I could think of to keep up with.

The next morning, as I worked in the yard (it was a Saturday), Dale sauntered out in his robe to get the morning paper.

"How's it hanging, Joe?" Dale called with a sleepy wave.

"Just trying to keep our property values up!" I joked with a brief laugh. I then added, "I haven't seen you much lately. Work have you busy?"

"Yeah," he replied as he Larryded downward to retrieve the rolled up paper, "I have been getting ready for a conference at the state capitol this week. It's a once a year thing and it's always a ball buster."

"Damn," I answered turning my full attention to him, "That would suck having to drive up there for a week. That's like a 500 mile round trip."

"It's bad enough having to drive it once, but there's no way in shit I would drive back and forth every day," he replied matter-of-factly. The school district has us in hotel rooms for the week."

"Well, what do you say to a few beers tonight—a little going away get-together?" I suggested.

"I would but I am going to be swamped all day. I have just long enough to drink a cup of coffee and read the paper. Then it's back to work. But we'll get together when I get back," he replied waving as he turned to go back inside.

"No problem," I called back, "Tell Darla if she or the girls need anything while you're gone to just let me know."

"Well, Darla be home alone this week. Both Renee and Deanna are going to the beach for Spring Break," he replied, "But I'll tell her to call you if she needs anything."

That night I again watched them thorough my slightly opened blinds. Around 10pm the last light was turned out.

I sat in the darkness for a few minutes contemplating the future. After several brief moments of this, I walked into one of my back rooms and began gathering the items I thought would come in handy. I got online to check on several other items I recently purchased, which were being shipped. According to the tracking numbers, they would be in by the next day.

I resisted the urge to "listen" in on what was being said/thought at the Grant house—if there was anything. That would certainly be cheating. For a lack of a better description of how my talent works, I call it my "mind's eye." All I have to do is allow my "mind's eye" to move across the street and into the Grant's home. When this happens, I can see and hear everything as if I am actually, physically walking across the street and into their home. I can tune into anything that is being thought by whoever happens to be in that house.

I will demonstrate, quickly, so you can better understand.

I am sitting in my chair, with my eyes closed (although that isn't a must). Almost immediately, I am looking down at myself and within an instant I am in the hallway of the Grant house. I can move from place to place instantly or I can choose to "travel" there. I usually take the express route!

I move into the master bedroom. I immediately hear talking.

"How long are you going to be gone?" Darla asked.

"Until next Saturday," Dale replied. Although I was listening to the audible conversation, I could hear Dale thinking to himself, "Maybe longer."

"Why so long?" Darla asked.

"The conference ends at 5pm, Friday evening," he replied, "I'm not driving back that late at night. I'll be back sometimes on Saturday."

"Okay," she replied.

I moved back to my house and opened my eyes. I presume I could control the world with my talent. But I don't have that particular ambition. It would simply be too easy.

The following night I sat in my chair, again staring out my window at the house across the street. At 10:30pm, the last light in the Grant household was turned off. Dale had left earlier that morning and the girls had left that afternoon, leaving Darla home alone just as Dale had said.

I waited until 1am before exiting my backdoor, with my duffel bag in hand. I tip-toed across my backyard through a gate, circling back around my block to the block behind the Grant house (not 'cheating' meant I wasn't going to manipulate the neighbors or any other possible witnesses to simply not see me). Although dark I could see enough to negotiate the yard that backed up to the Grants, as well as the Grants' backyard.

The carport was an open carport, allowing me to easily slide up to the carport door, which is where the key to the house was. I knew this fact from being over there so much. I also witnessed the girls using it on several occasions as I 'watched' the house. I pulled the corner of the welcome mat up and picked the single key up, quietly unlocked the door and put the key back into place.

Although I had been in the house on several occasions, it was never in the dark. I tip-toed through the kitchen and through the living room, with my cell phone light guiding the way. Before I entered the hall, however, I turned out my light. I also donned a ski mask before moving silently forward.

The master bedroom was at the end of the hallway. Since the house wasn't that large, it didn't take me long before I was standing just outside of it. The door to the bedroom was open, a steady breathing sound could be heard--Darla was sleeping soundly.

I eased into the bedroom and in just a few steps was standing next to the bed. I looked down at her in silence, the covers pulled up to her chest as she lay on her back. As I stared down at the sleeping woman, I realized that my next move would affect her for the rest of her life—if I allowed it too.

I slowly eased the covers down until most of her was uncovered. Her nightgown had ridden up exposing her white cotton briefs. I took her glasses from the bedside table and placed them on her dresser--without her glasses, she can't see shit.

I then pulled a handgun out of my bag (though it was unloaded, but she wouldn't know that) and turned the bedside light on. The light didn't awaken her, so I jerked the large blanket completely off the bed, causing her to stir.

After trying to find her glasses on the nightstand and failing, she sat up and although virtually blind without her glasses, she could see shapes. It took a second for her brain to wake up enough to register something was wrong and almost immediately she realized that someone was in the room with her.

"Who is that?!" she asked immediately alarmed.

"If you scream or do anything to draw attention," I replied pressing the cold steel of the gun to her temple, "I'll kill you."

Her terror was immediately evident by her uncontrollable shaking. Tears welled up in her eyes as she asked, "What do you want from me?"

"I want you to stand up," I replied.

"Please, don't hurt me!" she sobbed as she rose from the bed, "I'll give you anything you want, just don't hurt me."

She slowly did as she was told, shaking as she rose to her feet. Once she was standing, I put the gun down. I took a step, getting close enough to her so she could see my ski mask. Seeing my mask must have caused the gravity of the situation to sink in, unnerving her even more than she was. Her sobs immediately turned into uncontrollable crying as she profusely begged me not to hurt her.

"Shut the fuck up!" I ordered loudly, causing her to attempt to stifle her cries. After I was satisfied she was quiet enough, I continued, "I'm going to put my gun down (although I already had). If you try to run or do something stupid, I'll paint this room with your blood. Understand?"

"Please, don't hurt me," she continued to plead through the sobs.

"No one is going to get hurt if you cooperate," I told her as I took out a video camera and tripod from my bag. I then said, "But I expect your complete cooperation which begins with you drying up those tears."

"Okay," she replied shaking uncontrollably but making an effort not to cry. After I got the camera set up and turned it on, I approached the terrified woman. She took several quick steps backwards trying to get away from me, but she quickly backed into the wall. Standing nose to nose with her, I was silent for a moment as we looked into each other's eyes—my ski mask covering my identity.

"Sit down on the bed," I told her backing off after a moment of complete silence, except for her sniffles. She quickly did as told, sitting on the edge of the bed. I continued, "If you cooperate, we'll keep this between just you and me. Otherwise, I'll be more than happy to come back when your daughters are home and introduce myself to them in much the same way I am to you right now. How would you like that?"

"Please, leave them alone!" she pleaded, sucking back a sob.

"That'll be up to you," I pointed out, "I am going to give you five minutes to gather yourself. After the time expires, you will smile, laugh, and ACT like you are having the time of your life—and you will do it convincingly, no tears, no sobs—none of that."

"WWWhhat aaarreee yyyoouu going to do?" she stuttered.

"Don't worry about that right now," I told her, "You better worry about getting happy and quickly."

After the five minutes passed, during which time she wiped her eyes several times on the bed covers, she looked to be fairly in control of herself. I was silent the entire time, simply filming her as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"Stand up," I announced after the time expired--my voice startling her. I made sure the camera was panned back enough to get the entire bed area before moving towards her. She instinctive began to shrink back but I wrapped an arm around her back before she could move far, pulling her in, forcing her to kiss me. I tried pushing my tongue into her mouth, but she kept her mouth firmly closed.

"Which daughter should I fuck first?" I asked her. Terror filled her eyes at the prospect, "Open your mouth, now!"

This time she kissed me back and for several long seconds, we kissed passionately, my hands roaming all over her back, sliding down to the top of ass. I forced my hands underneath her, causing her to sit on them as I squeezed her ass cheeks.

"You have a nice, firm ass," I commented breaking the kiss. I said this as I began pulling her nightgown upwards.

"Please don't do this," she pleaded quietly.

"That's not what someone enjoying themselves says," I pointed out and then said reminding her of my earlier threat, "After I get through fucking your oldest daughter, I'm going to make you eat her out. Have you ever thought about going down on your daughter?"

I said this as I continued lifting her gown. When it got to the point that she needed to lift her arms, she did so with only a slight hesitation.

"Good," I commented as I pulled the gown over her head and off, leaving her in cotton briefs. Her tits were at least Cs, topped with small nipples and dark areoles that were only a ½ across at the most. She flinched as I cupped her left breast, squeezing it gently as I moved my right hand down across the slight swell of her stomach, and down to the waist band of her panties. I paused there for a moment, watching her reaction. Her breath caught in her throat as my hand dipped under the waistband of her panties. My hand slide across her mound, continuing downward until I cupped her entire pussy. I paused momentarily before saying, "You have nice breasts."

She said nothing, shaking even more as my fingers began dipping into her pussy. My other hand moved from her breast, down her side, to her panties, pulling them downwards until they pooled at her feet, leaving her completely naked. Even though she had a slightly darker complexion, her embarrassment was evident. I looked at her thick, black carpet as I ran my hand through it. It was more like a mat of black hair.

"Put your hand in my pants," I ordered her as I began to firmly rub her slightly damp slit. She slowly slid her hand inside the waistband of my jogging pants, grasping my erect cock delicately, simply holding it. I looked at her for a moment, waiting on her to continue, but she never moved, "Play with my cock like you would your husband's."

After a moment, I stopped her and said, "Actually, push my pants down and then play with it."

Her shaking hands slowly moved to grasp the waistband of my jogging pants, easing them down my legs. My cock was already at attention, popping upwards as the waistband was pushed downward far enough. When they were at my feet, I stepped out of them leaving me in only a shirt. She didn't immediately move, staring at my still hardening cock. But after a moment, she slowly reached outward, grasping it just under my head, moving her small hand up and down the shaft.

"How long has it been since you've done this for your husband?" I asked after a few minutes of watching and thoroughly enjoying her distress.

"That's personal!" she replied quickly.

I quickly grabbed her under the chin, forcing her to look up at me before threatening, "We haven't scratched the surface on how personal we are going to get tonight. You have three seconds to tell me, or the next thing out of your mouth will be the name of the daughter you want to fuck the most. Now answer me."

My hands were now roaming freely--my right hand squeezing her left breast, while my left hand was, once again, making its way down across her smooth stomach to her slit. My cupping her pussy elicited a gasp as my finger immediately began probing at her opening, although I did not push inward.

"It has been a long time," she finally admitted, sliding her hand up and down my shaft.

I brought the finger that was playing with her pussy up to her mouth, pressing it firmly at her closed lips and was about to demand she open them when she did. I pushed my finger into her mouth until she gagged. I then fucked it in and out, making sure she got it plenty lubricated. After a few moments of this, I pulled it out and immediately sank it as deeply as I could in her cunt.

"How long has it been since you fucked him?" I asked as I began slowly finger fucking her.

After a short pause, she finally said, "A month."

"Were you a virgin on your wedding night," I continued my questioning as I continued fingering her.

She froze at this question, and was silent for a full minute before replying, "No."

"Does he know that?" I asked immediately wondering if she was hiding something from her husband (although I could have found out without ever asking her, but that would be cheating). It was one thing to not want to tell someone who was about to rape you personal details, but there seemed to be more to her reaction. She seemed to be hiding something.

Again she was silent, as if in thought, before she replied, "Yes, yes he knows."

I pulled my finger out of her pussy and immediately picked the phone up and said, "If he knows, call and tell him again. If you do that, I'll leave right now and never come back."

She stared at the phone in my hand for several moments, seeming to contemplate her next move, before saying, "I ... I ... I can't do that."

There was silence a moment before she continued. I put the phone down as she spoke, "He doesn't know. I played sports in high school which was how I explained why I had no hymen."

"Hymen?" I laughed, "You mean cherry."

"Yes," she replied.

"So you lied to me," I pointed out, "You'll pay dearly for it."

I let the threat sink in before continuing, "Was it just one guy or more?"

"Just one," she replied, "We dated for three years."

"Who was it," I asked.

"Matt Hall," she replied.

"He lives down the street doesn't he?" I asked already knowing the answer. Although I didn't know him, I knew of him.

"Yes," she replied.

Matt Hall lived about four blocks away with a beautiful wife and two kids—a son and daughter. I filed the new found information away for potential use later.

My next statement shocked her, "You have one hour to get dressed like you're going out on the town—if you need a shower, get it. I want your make-up fixed, hair done, everything."

After a moment of indecision, she moved towards the bathroom. I grabbed my bag and followed her. Placing it on the bathroom counter, I took two cameras out—one digital and one with regular 35mm film.

"Remember to look happy," I reminded her, "Your daughters depend on it."

I snapped the first picture immediately after I said that with the digital camera. It looked like she was ready to cry.

"This," I said showing her the picture on the screen, "Is not acceptable."

I snapped photo after photo beginning with her leaning over to turn the shower water on. I filled up one memory card with photos of her taking a shower—snapping regular photos of her washing her breasts, ass, and tits. I made sure she was smiling for the camera in all of them.

With another memory card loaded, I took more pictures of her getting out, drying, fixing her make-up while naked, fixing her hair, and then getting dressed. Her clothing of choice was a long-sleeved navy blue button down shirt and a tan vest with a floral design complete with khakis.

"You look like my fucking fifth grade school teacher," I commented sourly, "Don't you have anything else to wear?"

"No," she replied almost ashamed, "I don't go shopping very often."

"Whatever," I replied, "Go stand at the foot of the bed."

As she moved into position, I put another disc in the video recorder and repositioned it. I drug a chair next to it so I could keep watch on what it recorded.

For the next ten minutes, I had her strip slowly as the recorder took in every second of it and as I took six rolls of 35mm pictures and a bunch more digital pictures. Several times I had to stop recording to remind her to look happy. For the most part, she did a good job.

When she was finally naked (again), I made sure the recorder could see the entire bed before I ordered her onto it. Taking the digital camera with me, I sat on the bed next to her.

"How long has it been since you've sucked his cock?" I asked.

"I ... I ... I've never done that," she replied disgustedly, "That's nasty."

"You're going to do it right now," I informed her with a smirk.

"Please don't make me do that. It's completely disgusting," she pleaded.

"If you don't do it," I replied, "I am sure Renee or Deanna will be glad to do it with their naked mother watching."

Again, the threat worked. She quickly moved down far enough so that she could lean over to take me into her mouth. It became obvious very quickly that she'd had no experience with blowjobs. But I allowed it to continue for at least five minutes, gagging her on several occasions before I told her to lie on her back.

I turned and moved right next to her, lying my head in the crook of her neck and shoulder, lightly kissing her neck and cheek as my right hand began massaging her pussy lips. She was only partially damp, causing me to lick my fingers several times before she got wet enough to make it comfortable for her. After a few minutes of "prepping" her, her pussy lips seemed to flower open, as though they were inviting me to play with her clit—which of course I did. Slowly, at first, I continuously slid two fingers from her clit to her opening, the increasing moisture from her slit helped to sensitize her clit even more.

"Pull your legs back some," I instructed her. She did as she was told, totally opening herself up to me, "Now turn your head this way."

As she did, I kissed her hard on the lips, forcing my tongue into her now opened mouth. Although she didn't completely accept my kiss, she didn't pull away either. Simultaneously, I quickened my pace on her clit. She was moving from what you would call very damp to very wet—almost what you would call soaking wet. Her pussy lips were now completely opened—her clit totally exposed.

Her breathing was much more rapid now and her eyes, though opened, were unfocused.

I whispered softly, but loudly enough for the video recorder to hear me, "I wonder what Matt would say if he saw you right now? I bet he would love to be right here where I am, fingering your pussy, pushing you closer and closer to the edge."

I continued playing with her clit as I shifted my body from beside her to over her, my cock now poised to enter her.

"I bet he would be glad to fuck you again. He would probably even be thrilled to make a deal with Dale—Dale gets to fuck Martha (Dale's wife) if Matt gets to fuck you. Is that the deal Darla? Can Dale have Martha?" I asked as I placed the head of my cock at her opening, pushing in just enough so she knew it was there.

She opened her eyes a moment and then closed them back before saying, "Yes."

"Yes, what," I asked her now pushing my cock in a little further, my fingers continuing to quickly rub her clit.

"Dale can have sex with Martha in return for me having sex with you, er ah ... I mean Matt," she replied breathlessly.

"Call me Matt," I demanded, "Tell me you love me."

"I love you Matt," she cried out. I pulled my cock back just enough for her to realize it.

Her eyes opened, "What are you doing?"

"There has to be something else in return for my wife," I said now playing the role of Matt, "Although you are very pretty, Martha has D cup breasts, long, tanned legs, and a fantastic ass. Even though you do have a nice ass, have problems with small C tits—closer to large Bs, actually, and very white legs with no tone. I must have something else to make up for the huge gap," I continued, pointing out her shortcomings, as I pushed inward just a little further.

Her breathing was now at an all-time high. Her eyes were closed tightly and she was now beginning to sweat slightly.

"What do you want?" she asked almost breathlessly.

"I want Dale to hear you tell me you want me to fuck him too," I told her.

"Okay, I agree" she said a moment later and then pleaded, "Please get me off Matt,"

"You agree to what?" I pushed wanting her to say it all.

"I want Matt to fuck Dale," she immediately replied, with no hesitation. Again, her breathing seemed to pick up even more.

"Where?" I asked.

"In his ass!" she cried, as I continued teasing her with the head of my cock.

After a moment of pause, I again slid in to the hilt, fucking her very hard for several minutes. I made sure that I had her legs Larryt back far enough, so that when I pulled out the video recorder could get a good shot of my cock pulling out of her pussy before slamming back inward. Hopefully, the shot would show her pussy before I slammed back in—which would show her completely opened slit.