Phil sat quietly on the end of his bed, his mind was awhirl with ideas for this power, and he didn't know what to do first. His eyes slowly moved over the familiar sights of his bedroom, telescope at the window (particularly good for spying on the girl next door, if only she'd just get dressed in front of the window, just once even), posters of movies like Star Wars and Batman, bookshelves overflowing with novels and reference material, and lastly in the corner near his wardrobe was his desk with his PC on it. His mind snapped back to the telescope, she would get changed in front of the window now if he wanted her to, or he could even go and visit her, she'd never know.
Alice wandered into her bedroom, idly she glanced around the room as she closed the door behind her. Her long blonde hair swished around as she spun back to face the window, and she looked out at her elm tree. There was a nest in it and each day she liked to watch the birds going to bed. Sitting on the end of her bed she happily watched them, she was planning on being a vet when she finished her schooling so she had a few years to wait yet. With a lot of noise, the birds finally settled in, rustling their feathers and preening each other. There were two adults and two chicks, they looked like doves, and they were very happy. It always made her feel good to say goodnight to them, almost like they were her own pets. Glancing out the window she could see the corner of the house next door, Phil lived in there and she didn't like him. He was a strange boy, smart enough, but very withdrawn. He had tried to speak to her a few times and she had always laughed him off, there was no way that she was attracted to him, he was probably still a virgin for god's sake.
He always got beaten up by Mike too, he was just too wimpy. An image of Phil covered in his own yoghurt after Mike had tipped it over him sprang to mind. He was thenbombarded by everyone else's as they all joined in too, throwing their yoghurt at the stunned guy, she giggled at the thought of it. He had just sat there, seething, before finally the teachers came and took him away to clean him up.
Phil was sitting in her wardrobe, unsure of just what to do, it had seemed like a great idea but once he was in her room he really didn't know what he wanted to do next. He had heard her coming and dove into her closet shutting the door behind him. He watched her through a tiny crack at the edge of the door and saw her watching the birds. He wondered if he was going to have to speed things up when she started moving again. She stared out of the window at his house for a moment and then shook her head and said "Loser". A moment later she started giggling and fell back on her bed, just out of his line of sight. She was really enjoying her joke, "yoghurt all over", she chortled. Phil knew what she was thinking about and it made him angry. He had been covered in everyone's yoghurt, just because they decided it was funny and went too far. Reacting instinctually he looked into her mind and saw the image of him covered in yoghurt, he saw her hand draw back and hurl her tub at the back of his head where it burst open upon impact, covering the back of his jumper. It was at that moment Phil realised that no one that he had thought a friend, really was one. Every last person in that lunchroom were throwing food at him and laughing as it dripped down his body.
It had never really occurred to him that Alice was involved in this, but now he knew, and he was angry. He decided he would do whatever came into his head, and she had no one but herself to blame.
"Time for bed," said Phil. Immediately she began to clear off her bed and pull back the covers. She moved out of his line of sight and undressed and put on her short nightdress. He didn't care, as he would be seeing everything she had to offer soon enough.
Night had fallen and the room was blanketed in darkness as she climbed into bed and turned out her bedside lamp.
"I want to be able to see perfectly in the dark."
"As you wish," intoned the voice in his head.
He was fondling the watch in his pocket, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger.
"She will not wake up, no matter what I do to her," he instructed.
"As you command."
Phil wandered out of the wardrobe and walked over alongside the bed, he could see the outline of her body under her quilt, which she had pulled up to her chin almost as though she was trying to protect herself. He grabbed hold of the quilt and pulled it down to the end of the bed. She was now only covered in a sheet, he could see the rise and fall of her chest as she slept quietly, her b-cup sized tits pushing the crisp white floral sheet up away from her body. He lightly took hold of the sheet and slowly dragged it down the length of her body to her ankles. He was being careful, still half believing that she might wake at any moment. He took in the sight of her lying on the bed, sleeping peacefully. Her nightdress was like a long t-shirt, reaching down almost to her knees, it was light pink and had a cartoon pussycat on the front.
"How cute," thought Phil sarcastically.
He reached down and softly stroked her breast through the material, and watched as her nipple rose under his attentions. He could now feel the springy, rubbery tip of her breast as he dragged his fingers back and forth across it. He was dying of pleasure, this was the first tit that he'd ever laid his hands on, and he knew it wouldn't be the last, not by a long shot.
He ran his hand down over her stomach, over her hip and down the inside of her thigh, stopping at the hem of her nightdress. He began to slide it up her legs, slowing as he reached the base of her groin and then like a grand unveiling, her lifted it up to expose her panties. He pulled the nightdress up around her waist, forcing it up underneath her arse as well, which no doubt would have woken her up normally. He slid his hands up over her stomach, pushing the front of the dress up further, before forcing it up over her naked breasts, as he cupped one in each hand. He felt the nipples stiffen and rise up to meet the palms of his hands, and he began to softly squeeze them, rolling them around in his hands.
Leaving the dress up over her tits, he stood back for a moment and took in the sight of those lovely tanned globes that he had so often longed to see. Here they were, his for the taking, and no one could stop him. Damn, he loved this power!
Grabbing the elastic at the top of her panties, he tugged them down, sliding them out from under her arse with great difficulty, and pulling them off her feet with a theatrical flourish.
He stared at her naked pussy, neatly trimmed so that her honey coloured bush was reduced to a tuft of hair at the top of her gash. He licked his lips in anticipation and dropped to his knees beside the bed. He moved forwards, his face once centimetres away from her sex, and he breathed in deeply, inhaling her feminine aroma. His senses flared and his lust fired into overdrive. Experimentally he slid his tongue out and touched her pussy lips with it, he prodded them with the tip for a few moments before giving the closest one a lick. She groaned in response, and he savoured the taste, it wasn't bad at all.
He moved his tongue up and down her gash, and noted that she reacted more each time he reached the top, where he guessed her clitoris was supposed to be. He made a mental note to himself to get someone to show him this stuff in more detail, later.
He reached down and played around with her lips, opening them up, spreading it open and just generally looking about.
His cock was now threatening to take over this operation if it didn't get some action soon so he decided to give in to it's demands and get on with it. He undid his jeans and dropped them to the floor, and slid his boxers off too. Awkwardly he climbed up onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs. He spread them apart to give himself better access and moved forwards with his erect cock in his hand.
"I don't know if she's a slut or not, but I don't want to be able to catch anything from her, or anyone else in the future."
"Yes master, you're immune to it all. Do you want her to be able to get pregnant from you?"
"Let nature take it's course, and don't help it. I will look forward to seeing for myself."
"As you wish."
He wasn't sure if she would be lubricated or not, so he spat on his hand and rubbed it over the tip of his bright red cockhead. He lined it up with her pussy, and pressed forwards. After a second of resistance, he hit lubrication and slid in to the hilt.
His mind reeled, he hadn't ever imagined that it would be this good. He could feel her pussy, holding his cock firmly, just the right amount of pressure. Slowly he slid back out and plunged in again. She groaned, and continued to sleep. Slowly he slid in and out, with a smooth motion. He was enjoying this more than he could put into words. A part of his mind had been switched on, that had never really been active before, or more likely he had ignored. There would be no ignoring his needs ever again, he would take anything he wanted.
He reached under her and grabbed her arsecheeks. He laid his weight on top of her, feeling her tits press against his chest through his shirt, and began to thrust in as he pulled her up to meet him. Wave after wave of pleasure was assaulting his mind as he assaulted her body. He mind was finely attuned to every new sensation, her muscles squeezing his entire length as he slid out, the light resistance that met him as he slid back in, her lips dragging along the length of his cock as it pulled back, the folds and moisture against it as he plunged in again.
This was definitely what life was worth living for.
Not having done this before he wasn't going to last for any length of time, and after only a few strokes he could feel his orgasm building. He sucked her left nipple into his mouth, and as he began his final thrusts into her, he began to lightly chew on the rubbery flesh. She groaned more. Then with one final thrust he buried himself inside her deeply, and began to spray his hot semen into her unprotected pussy.
With a happy sigh, and a groan from Alice, Phil collapsed on top of her and lay there, exhausted.
"Wonderful, absolutely wonderful," Phil said to the sleeping woman.
Nestling in to her warm cleavage, he laid there happily as his mind spun with ideas for the future as his cock went limp and slipped out of the cum filled cunt beneath him.