The Mentalist Chronicles ­ Part 2

By Buckaroo Bonzai

	As you might imagine, my experimentation with mind 
reading knew no limits. Well, that's not entirely true. I 
wouldn't dip into my parents; the thought of seeing them 
have sex was just too gross to imagine. And I wouldn't dip 
into the rest of the family; there'd be no way keep a 
straight face after seeing their thoughts. Everyone else, 
though, was fair game.

	I learned a lot over the next couple of months. Not 
just about sex, either. The breadth and depth of just one 
person's interaction with the world is virtually unlimited, 
and there's a lesson to be learned from every contact. I 
experienced the lessons of hundreds of lifetimes. Through my 
hosts I loved, fought, deceived, discovered, created, and 
much, much more. In the school of life, my maturity level 
rose to new heights. Unfortunately, when it came to sex, I 
was like a kid in a candy store. 

Over the next two months, I discovered that the peaceful 
couple that lived next door had very interesting ideas about 
marital relations. He, on the one hand, loved to give his 
wife long, hard spankings at least twice a week. She, on the 
other hand, loved to be spanked and controlled, and often 
did many things "wrong" just to be punished. They gave me 
plenty of action to observe, and later figured prominently 
into my story. 

A newlywed couple a few doors down also gave me a number of 
good shows. She was a stunning young blonde with 36C boobs 
and a tight little ass. Whenever I encountered her jogging 
around the neighborhood, the sight would immediately harden 
my cock. After my discovery, I would often tap into his or 
her memories, sharing one of their many sexual exploits. She 
was especially fond of sucking his cock, and several times 
had greeted him at the door with a good blowjob. She, too, 
eventually figured into my story.

At school I found that most of the guys who bragged about 
sex had never done it, and some guys you never suspected 
were getting laid fairly often. In fact, there seemed to an 
entire sexual underground among the girls that I hadn't even 
imagined. One guy, Frank Petra, was especially popular 
because of his nine-inch dick. If you'd told me that Frank 
was a babe magnet, I would've scoffed. Frank was nerdy, not 
too attractive and quite shy. He belonged to none of the 
usual cliques, and just seemed to be marking time until 
graduation. 

Among many of the girls experimenting with sex, though, 
Frank was a dream come true. One experience I shared was 
through the memories of Julie Karnelli, a cute brunette I 
knew from my science class. She'd been set up with Frank 
through the efforts of her best friend Heather, who wanted 
to prove there was better sex than what you get in the back 
of a pickup. I picked up the memory thread with the two of 
them in Julie's bedroom. Julie started slowly, knowing that 
Frank was intensely shy. She stroked his chest, kissed his 
chin, nuzzled his neck and let her hand slowly creep up his 
thigh. Then she slowly removed her shirt and her pants, 
before doing the same to Frank. She struggled to stifle her 
gasp at the size of his bulge; she didn't want him to feel 
too shy. Kneeling before him on the bed, she slowly unhooked 
and removed her bra, watching his face for approval. Slowly, 
she cautioned herself. She didn't want to spook him.

Culling from Frank's memory, I saw things in an entirely 
different light. He wasn't the shy guy the girls saw. That 
was only an act to win their trust. He knew they only wanted 
him for his dick, and it amused him to watch how carefully 
they tread around the concept of sex. If they only traced 
the path he'd taken from girl to girl, they'd realize that 
he was probably the most experienced guy in the school. 

Jumping into his memory of Julie, I shared with him the 
sight of her lowering her bra. She had small breasts, about 
the size that would fit into a coffee cup. Her figure was 
still a little girlish, though her curves were still quite 
desirable. Frank pretended to be a little embarassed by the 
sight of her breasts, though he quickly flashed-back to a 
number of demure young women who had also shown him their 
tits. 

He let her retain the illusion of control, although the 
memory I picked up betrayed him: he wanted nothing more than 
to rip off her panties, spread her legs wide and plunge his 
cock deep into her cunt. They played out their little 
courtship dance. She stroked his cock through his underwear, 
smiling when it stiffened enough for the head to peek out 
from the waistband. She asked for permission to remove his 
briefs. He only nodded his reply, knowing that nothing would 
stop her now. He was pleased when she bent down and kissed 
up and down the shaft. He loved it when they worshipped his 
cock. After all, it was going to give them the best fuck of 
their young lives.

Acting a little more boldy now, he drew her to him. Her 
kisses were adequately ardent, though her mouth tasted a bit 
like stale coffee. He moved his lips down to her tits, 
sucking the buds hard enough to leave red marks. He 
pretended that she was getting him gradually aroused, even 
though he was nearly ready to burst. He moved his hands up 
and down her body. He loved the feel of her tits, soft 
enough to be twisted and twiddled, yet hard enough to bounce 
back for more. 

"Can I take these off for you?" he shyly to ask for 
permission, his hands already pulling at her panties.

"Now. Take them off now," she replied, her eyes never 
leaving his massive, swaying erection. 

He allowed her to lead him into position over her. He 
would've loved some oral stimulation, but her mouth didn't 
seem large enough to take more than a couple of inches. He 
briefly wondered if other men with big dicks had the same 
problems. Now that he could have nearly any pussy he wanted, 
what he really wanted was some girl who could give him a 
real, deep-throat blow job. He got back to the matter at 
hand when he felt her hand on his cock, positioning it 
outside her cunt lips. He allowed himself a smile at her. 
She actually thought he was so inexperienced that he 
couldn't find the right hole. Even her friend Heather hadn't 
been so naïve.

Slowly he entered her, his cock squeezed tightly by her 
slick pussy walls. He knew from experience that the first 
few inches were the easiest to take. When he got past five 
or six, most women started to shift around, trying to find a 
more comfortable position. At seven, Julie was panting like 
a dog, her legs spread wide and her arms clenched on his 
back. At eight inches she began moaning softly. And when he 
finally felt his balls meet her mound, she finally opened 
her eyes and smiled, before pulling him down for a hot, 
passionate french kiss. 

I watched from his perspective as he began fucking her in 
earnest. Her tits didn't jiggle so much as pulse with every 
stroke. After a few minutes her cunt loosened up to the 
point where he could use longer strokes, which were much 
more enjoyable for him. Blessed with girth as much as 
length, he didn't really have to find the perfect position 
to stimulate a girls clit; he was getting to it just by 
being inside her. 

After a few minutes of driving her deep into the bed, he 
rolled her onto her hands and knees to take her from behind. 
Through his eyes I enjoyed a look at her cunt from behind, 
the lips and mound wet and red. He loved this position, with 
the slit exposed and waiting to be stretched with his stiff 
rod. It only took a minute before he was ready to unload.

"Should I...?" he panted, playing the shy guy again.

Brave girl, she rolled onto her back and began jacking him 
off. She wanted to see for herself the eruption that Heather 
had described to her. Five pulls from her petite hands had 
him cumming all over her stomach and breasts. His load 
splashed and spotted her torso, drenching her in his sticky 
white seed. Of course there was a lot. It had been over a 
week since he'd fucked her friend Heather. Now if he could 
just get this one to suck him hard again...



For two months I delved into the intimate memories of 
hundreds of people. I almost always jacked off while delving 
into their memories. But in the end, despite the totally 
realistic action I was experiencing, the hand wrapped around 
my cock was still my own. I had to find a way to get in on 
the action.



The solution came, not surprisingly, by mistake. It would 
help you to know that every person's brain has a certain 
signature, one that like fingerprints and retinal patterns 
is unique to that person. Once I've made contact with that 
person, I can recognize them through their mental aura. 
Thus, to make contact again, I don't need to see them face-
to-face. I only need to search for their aura in the 
vicinity and distinguish it from the rest. It really helps 
if you know where they are. 

A good way to explain this is by example. Pretend you're 
searching for a friend in the Christmas crowds at the mall. 
You search for your friend by what they're wearing. It's 
difficult to find them, but not impossible. Now suppose that 
you said you'd meet near the Gap. Since you know where to 
look, locating them is much easier.

On this particular evening I was feeling stressed out and 
decided to "visit" the busty blonde down the street. In the 
privacy of my bedroom I stroked my cock and concentrated on 
her aura. Contact came in just a few seconds. By now I'd 
settled into a habit of seeing what my host was currently 
doing before searching for a recent memory. 

This time I hit paydirt! She was kneeling before him, 
kissing his cock! On a whim, I tried to tie into the 
sensations she was experiencing and found that I could. (I'd 
never tried it before because my hosts had never been doing 
anything interesting.) As her lips touched his rigid tool, I 
could feel the skin, the heat, the throbbing blood. When she 
wrapped her hands around it, it was as if I held it in my 
hands. I swooned with her as she licked the purple head. I 
watched through her eyes as she stared seductively into his 
eyes. I stood by as her mind debated the pleasures of 
pulling his cock into her, or just sucking his jism right 
out of his body. 

Having experienced so much sex with both male and female 
hosts, from so many perspectives, I was now able to enjoy it 
no matter who was doing what to whom. And I, like the man 
she held in her mouth, was definitely enjoying this. She'd 
decided to keep sucking this time, because she planned on 
spreading her legs for him later in the night. She gently 
pushed him to a sitting position. Evidently it made him less 
likely to ejaculate, giving her more time to drive him 
crazy. She bent down and found his balls with her mouth, 
taking me with her. The sensations were the strongest I'd