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Chapter  1

   "I'm trying to explain to you that I don't know if I would get horny or
not.  The only time I've seen another man's cock since we were married was
when you brought home those adult video tapes.  I damn sure got horny that
night!  We couldn't wait to get into bed and didn't sleep until daylight.
We were so fucked out, we just laid around most of the next day."
   "Did looking at cocks before we got married turn you on?"
   The blonde wife looked at her husband thoughtfully.
   "Well, I guess so."
   "What do you mean, you guess so?"
   "I mean, yes!  Of course, it turned me on.  Is that what you wanted to
hear?"
   "I didn't want to hear anything in particular, only the truth.  My point
is that nudity can be sexy as hell."
   "Of course, it can be sexy as hell.  I don't know if just looking at a
man's cock would turn me on or not."
   Bill's eyebrows shot up.
   "My point is that I don't know how my body or mind will respond until I
actually experience a situation.  Sometimes, a fantasy might sound exciting
but when acted out, it's totally different."
   "And just what do you have planned?" Lisa asked, her mouth forming a
grin.  "The last time you started this kind of conversation, you wound up
bringing home those fuck flicks.  Anyway, you're right.  Watching a man
jack off probably would get me turned on."
   "And what if he wanted you to do the jacking?" her husband asked with a
wry smile.
   The pert blonde grinned impishly at her husband.
   "Now I don't know who's talking about fact, and who's talking about
fantasy.  Did you bring more of those movies home?  If you did, let's get
them out and start gettin' it on.  Actually, all this talk about sex
already has me a little turned on.  In fact, it's got me a lot turned on.
I'm starting to get damp just thinking about it," she said, squirming in
her seat.
   "No, honey, I didn't bring home any movies, but if you're serious about
seeing a film tonight, we can go to that adult theatre on Alameda Street.
After watching a movie, we can come back home, have a drink, and make
love."
   "I don't know if I'd rather make love, or just fuck.  Actually, I think
I'd rather fuck, it sounds dirtier!  Do they really show everything in
those adult movies?"
   "You bet your sweet ass, they show everything.  It's not any different
from the adult videos I brought home, except they're feature length films."
   "Do couples go to those movies?"
   "I think there's more single men there, or maybe married men on a night
away from their wives, but there are couples, and once in a while a single
lady comes in."
   "So, they only sit there and watch the movies, getting all sexed up.  Is
that it?"
   "Well, not always.  Most of the time there are guys jacking off in the
back row.  Sometimes a couple gets so excited they start makin' it right
there in the theatre."
   "Do you mean the men actually masturbate right there in the theatre,
with their pricks out, with everything showing?"
   "Sure, although it's a little dark for sight seeing."
   "But, what if someone should see them."
   "So what if they did?"
   "Well, I don't know, Bill, but it seems to me that they wouldn't want
anyone seeing them jack off."
   "Not necessarily true, my love.  Some of them might get off having
somebody watch them jack off, while others probably get off on watching.
Nothing like a little voyeurism to speed up the old bodily juices."
   "Well, it's speeding up my bodily juices, talking about watching.  I
wonder what it would be like, seeing some guy take his cock out and start
masturbating in a movie theatre?"
   "As much as you like my cock, you'd probably go bananas, grabbing hold
of it to help."
   "I wonder how many strokes they'd let me take?"
   "How many do you want to take?"
   "Bill, you know me.  I'd probably want to pump on it all night long.
Jesus, all this talk is getting me horny."
   "Well then, Lisa, let's get going and watch a couple of guys jack off."
   "Jesus, Bill," Lisa groaned, "that turns me on.  Just thinking about it
makes me want to make love right here and now, but if you want to go to a
screw movie, then why not.  I'm game if you are.  Give me a few minutes to
get ready.  I don't want to wear these old Levi's to the show."
   She spun around but then turned back to face Bill.
   "Do you really think that some man would jack off with me watching?"
   "If you don't get ready, you'll never find out, will you?"
   She rushed from the room, her curvaceous ass framed nicely by her tight
jeans as she hurried down the hall to the bedroom.  Stripping off her
Levi's and sweater, Lisa ran her hands over her brassiered breasts,
admiring their fullness in the mirror.  She undid the front clasp and
pulled back the bra cups.  Her full luscious breasts stood out from her
chest, her pink tipped nipples erect with excitement.  She slipped off her
panties and walked to the bathroom for a shower.  Lisa quickly lathered her
body and rinsed with cool water.  After stepping out of the shower, she
hummed while she rubbed the towel over her body until it glowed.
   It had worked again, she thought.  It always worked.  Even when Lisa was
a little girl, it had worked.
   Lisa found out when she was very young that if she thought hard enough
about anything, she could bend the actions of others around to suit her
whims.  It was like wishing for something and making it so.
   Distance seemed to have no effect on her power; it was more a matter of
knowing the person involved.  She couldn't affect a person she'd never met
but if she was close to someone, she could make them do almost anything she
desired, within reason.
    She would move her thoughts to what she called her echo chamber.  It
was an area behind her upper forehead.  She would put her thoughts into
words and concentrate on that part of her brain.  Soon a sensation of
pressure would grow and she would hear an echo of those words from her
chamber.  She would usually notice its effect on others within minutes.
   It did have some limitations, however.  It didn't work on inanimate
objects.  When she was in her early teens, she tried to influence both dice
and playing cards, but that never worked.  People were easy, though,
especially men.  When she was younger, she had found it hard to control her
whims.  It always seemed like she could get whatever she wanted from her
father and the boys that took her out.
   In addition to influencing people's actions, she could also alter her
appearance.  When she was a teenager, she realized that she could change
her body by concentrating on a particular feature and imagining how she
wanted it to look.
   Her eyes as a child were almost a china blue.  After thinking about them
every day for a year, they slowly evolved into their now ultra pale, ice
blue color.  The long dark lashes to frame her eyes took much less time but
the rest of her body took longer.  For years she'd been continually working
on her breasts, tummy, behind, and legs.
   She'd read most of the books on parapsychology but none of them seemed
to cover her power.  She had no psychic power.  She couldn't foretell any
future event.  She couldn't make any inanimate object move, but she could
certainly influence people.
   Whenever she made people do what she wanted, it was in the way of making
them think that it was their idea in the first place.  In that she was most
successful.  She had done it again early this evening to her husband.  She
was starting to feel horny and wanted some excitement.  She framed the
thought in her mind and projected "I think I'll take that sexy wench of
mine to a fuck movie tonight, get her pussy all wet from finger fucking,
and then bring her back here to fuck her brains out."
   Like always, her husband thought it was his idea.  He maneuvered the
conversation and talked all around it until finally bringing up the idea of
the two of them going to a fuck movie.
   It had worked again.  Lisa Williams stood nude in front of the bathroom
mirror while she applied her make up.  Her mild glowing complexion didn't
need much help from the few containers of make up sitting on the cabinet
but she enjoyed making the best of her looks, anyway.
   She put a touch of blue eye shadow on her eyelids.  A quick touch of
eyeliner from a dark pencil outlined her lids, a little line drawn
outward to make her already wide long lashed eyes look even more sensual.
A brush dusted a pale pink blush to her high cheek bones, bringing just a
highlight of color to her cheeks.
   The beautiful lady unscrewed the top of her lipstick and applied the
glossy color to her full lower lip then more lightly to her upper lip.
Satisfied, she stepped back one step, looked at herself in the mirror,
turning her head first one way, then the other.
   "Not too bad for an old lady of thirty two," Lisa thought.
   She used to consider her nose a trifle too short and her lower lip just
a bit too full.  These had been corrected years ago using her power.  A
little added touch was fixing the sides of her mouth into a natural smile
even when her facial muscles were relaxed.
   She had little to change about her long thick fall of tawny blonde hair.
A hint of soft natural curl gave it shape and made it easy to maintain.
Years ago, she had introduced a few streaks of platinum and golden blonde
as highlights.  Her husband described her thick mop of hair as "Streaked
Mink Blonde."
   For years she had used the sun to tan her skin but had recently started
using her power instead.  Not only did it save time and not dry her skin,
but also she could be tan all over without any lines.  She did enjoy being
nude outdoors because of the sense of freedom it gave her but their yard
didn't have enough privacy to do it on a regular basis.  Besides, she
usually got turned on anyway by the sensual feeling of the heat baking into
her skin.  It was hard to keep her hands from migrating up between her legs
and working their way into her damp pussy.  She knew that the neighbors
wouldn't tolerate an erotic bout of masturbation in the back yard so she
always forced herself to wear something when outside.
   Years ago when it was popular to be thin, Lisa had used diet, exercise,
plus a bit of her power to keep herself trim.  Now that the athletic look
was in, she started to fill out her musculature a bit.  She had taken up
body building as an explanation for her evolving shape.  She was surprised
to find that she enjoyed working out.  The new power and vitality she felt
from her exercise seemed the perfect compliment to the mental power she
had.
   Her narcissism was particularly satisfied whenever she admired her lean
athletic body in the mirror.  She posed and flexed to make the fine sharp
muscles stand out in her arms, torso, and legs.
   Lisa placed her hands on her hips and took in a deep breath.  She
admired the profile of her full breasts and how proudly they stood out from
her chest.  They were perhaps a shade too large for her lean torso and
narrow waist but she knew how men were suckers for big tits.  Lisa normally
wore a thirty eight bra but fell between a C and a D cup.  The C cup was
sometimes too small and caused her boobs to bulge out the top.  The D cup
was usually too large and felt loose on her breasts.  She liked going
without but they usually attracted too much attention when allowed to "hang
loose".
   She cupped her hands under her breasts and lifted them to try out a
fuller look.  Perhaps a full D cup would be about right even though they
would require even more regular maintenance with her power to keep them
from drooping.  She released her boobs and looked at them again.  She was
always careful to keep them taut so there was never a crease underneath.
    "Maybe another month will do it," she thought as she envisioned her
succulent breasts even larger and heavier.  She already had to buy size ten
or eleven blouses but size seven or eight skirts and pants for the rest of
her lean torso.  Buying a dress was worse because the tops were always too
small or the bottom too big.
   The last time Lisa had used a tape measure, she measured thirty eight
and a half inches around her chest, twenty three around the waist, and
thirty six inches when measured at the fullest part of her ass.  She stood
5'9«" in her bare feet, almost 6 feet in spike heels.  She knew that she
was an impressive sight with her above average height and stunning figure.
   She again grasped her breasts, enjoying their soft heavy warmth.  She
traced her fingers around their full almost cylindrical contours.  Her
fingers circled around her pale pink nipples and lightly brushed over their
tips.  The subtle stimulation was enough to make them come up erect again.
    Lisa was convinced that erect nipples were one of the strongest sexual
signals that a woman could ever display.  Of course, she capitalized on
this by developing nipples that would become very prominent when aroused.
Although her swollen breasts were enough to attract plenty of attention,
she liked how her protruding nipples made a nice punctuation to her erotic
contours.
    Lisa turned around and looked over her shoulder to inspect her athletic
back and full buttocks.  She wriggled her body at her image in the mirror,
looking at the deep cleft between the cheeks of her ass and admiring how
firm and strong she was.  Her protruding ass hardly quivered as she flexed
and shook her hips.  They stuck out a little more than she would have liked
but were irresistible when squeezed into a pair of tight jeans.  One of her
favorite tricks was to look suddenly over her shoulder and catch some poor
man staring at her ass, look him straight in the eye and then smile.  Most
of the time when she caught them looking, they turned red and looked away.
Sometimes, however, they smiled back and Lisa would feel her nipples
crinkle and come up erect.
   Lisa turned again to inspect the front of her body.  She raised her arms
to inspect her underarms, glad that she didn't have to shave them any more.
Last year she finished her project of causing all the hair to recede and
finally disappear from her legs and underarms.  She was now nearly finished
shaping her pubic hair.  She liked the look of a clean fully exposed
crotch.  Lisa had been shaving between her legs for several years now,
leaving just a triangular patch of light brown hair trimmed short above her
pubic bone.  All she had left to do was thin out the edges a bit to make
the patch look more natural.
   Her pussy was the favorite part of her body.  She was continually making
subtle changes to get it just to her liking.  Lisa liked having large,
fully mature genitals that were beautiful to the eye and particularly
responsive to the touch.  They were usually compact but when aroused, as
she was now, her labia and clit would swell considerably.  Lisa tilted her
hips back to bring them more fully into view.  She fantasized about her
bare cunt looking like a rose bud that was almost open.
    She pulled her lips apart to make them hang like two cupped hands,
as if revealing the pleasures that lay within.  When her lips hung parted
like that, she thought that it gave her a hungry and sexually aggressive
look.  She pulled them apart to their full extent, revealing a wide expanse
of moist pink flesh.  Her pussy now reminded her of a hibiscus in full
bloom with her vagina as the flower's center.
   Lisa watched her vagina pucker as she exercised her pussy muscles.  She
often clenched these muscles several times each day to keep them toned.
Good sexual muscle control allowed her to take a more aggressively active
role during intercourse.  Whenever Bill entered her, she always gave him
several squeezes that would promptly send him soaring.  Occasionally she
would continue gripping his cock and bring him to orgasm without his even
having a chance to thrust.  She would just progressively contract the
different bands of muscle within her and milk him dry.
   Aroused by her sexual display, Lisa ran her forefinger lightly up and
down the length of her open pussy.  She lingered over her clitoris and
then traced down to circle around her vagina.  Her finger meandered back to
tickle her anus and then traced forward again to gather moisture from her
vagina.  After lubricating her clit, she began to concentrate her
attentions on her hooded friend.
    Several years of diligent thought had caused it to lengthen so it would
stand out prominently from her body when aroused.  She thought it looked
like a small penis draped with a pink cloak.  She had also sensitized it
further so that her body would soar with sexual pleasure by grinding it
against Bill's pelvis when he was fully inserted.
   Her pointed friend was now being rolled between her fingers, causing her
body to tense as sparks of pleasure shot through her pelvis.  As she
continued to fondle and stroke herself, Lisa became lost in the pleasure
that coursed throughout her body.  Her head slowly rolled back and her eyes
closed.  When she heard herself moan aloud, she snapped out of her revelry
and remembered that Bill was waiting.
     "You can masturbate any time," she said to her reflection in the
mirror and then added, "Don't you ever get enough, you horny bitch?"  She
smiled and winked at herself, knowing all too well the answer.
   Casting her eyes once more over her nude body, Lisa decided that she was
lucky that she was able to sculpt herself into such a beautiful woman.
Throwing herself a kiss, she dashed from the bathroom to her closet.  The
power worked.  She truly was a superb looking woman.
   She slid the hangers in her closet to find a dress that provided easy
access to her body when Bill got turned on.  She picked out a pink jersey
dress with a button down front and grabbed a wide black leather belt to
accent her narrow waist.
   She decided not to wear hose, letting her long graceful legs be smooth
and naked under her lightweight knit dress.  After finding a pair of new
high cut panties, she stepped into them and guided the narrow string up
between the cheeks of her ass.  It was little more than a G-string but she
liked leaving her bottom bare with no panty lines.
   Slipping the dress on over her head, she then buttoned up the front
partway, leaving a generous amount of cleavage visible.  Cinching her belt
tight over her waist made her luscious figure even more appealing.  She
turned to admire in the mirror how her thin dress draped over her ass,
clearly framing both of her prominent cheeks.
   Leaving the bedroom, Lisa sauntered downstairs.
   "Does this look like what the well dressed wife wears when she goes to a
fuck flick?"  Lisa twirled to show off her dress and her sexy tanned legs.
Her full tits swayed and danced under the thin fabric, making her realize
she had forgotten to put on a bra.
   "Oh, well," she thought to herself, "I probably won't need one where I'm
going."
   Bill admired her dress, patted her curved ass and grabbed her hand.
   "Let's get going, sweetness, before I pull that dress off your gorgeous
body and fuck you right here on the floor."
   "No, sir!  You said you were going to take me to a movie, and THEN make
love, and I'm holding you to that," Lisa said, pulling Bill to the door,
smiling at his compliment.

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