The Mentalist Chronicles Part 4 By Buckaroo Bonzai It may seem that, in the beginning, all I used my mental abilities for was to get sex. I'd say that's a pretty fair assesment. But if you can remember what it's like to be 16, not to mention a 16-year-old guy, you'll remember that sex (getting it and the lack of it) had the highest priority. At least it did with me. And since my only true sexual encounter had been a quickie in the back of a friend's car, I was more than ready for some hot and heavy action. Repeated action, if possible. In school on Monday I set my plan in motion. My target was, naturally, a cheerleader, Jennifer Lang. I knew from plumbing her mind that she'd bedded a few of the jocks, but hadn't been all that impressed with them. She was very particular about who she hung around with, and normally a guy like me would be lucky to get a smile out of her. That unavailability, plus the fact that she stood five-foot- eight, about 130 pounds, measured 35-26-35, had shoulder- length blond hair, a dazzling smile, a classic sculptured face and bright blue eyes all only added to the attraction. Not surprisingly, she was the fantasy babe of the school's entire male population. Many claimed to have had her. Few really had. I took the direct approach, sitting at a table with her in the library. Accessing her mind was easy, and it took very little time to imbue in her an interest in me. I projected myself as one of those guys populating the school's sexual underground; the ones the girls all seemed to know about. I even gave myself good references from her two best girlfriends. Surely they wouldn't steer her wrong. I knew from my probe that she hadn't had a fuck in over four months, and even that one had been largely unsatisfying. So it only made sense for her to approach me, knowing that I was a good lover and would keep our assignation confidential. "I'd like to see you this afternoon," I prompted her to say to me, suggesting that she lean forward so I could get a glimpse of her full breasts. They looked totally inviting, and I could feel my cock already beginning to stiffen. We made arrangements to meet after school at her house, as her parents wouldn't be home until after six. I arrived around 2:30. She quickly whisked me up to her room, giving me no time to admire the luxurious décor. However, as we climbed the stairs, I had a great opportunity to admire her jean clad ass as it sensuously swung back and forth. Once in her bedroom she headed right to her bed. Quickly tapping her mind, I suggested that she change into her cheerleader outfit. It'd be so much sexier that way. Almost immediately she headed into the walk-in closet, closing the door behind her. When she next appeared, she wore the form-fitting blue and white one-piece outfit, accompanied only by a pair of frilly socks. A cheer would really turn him on, I mentally suggested. As she implored the team to "Fight, fight, fight" I admired her athletic and supple form, pleased at the effect all the jumping had on her breasts. I took it slow to make it last. First, I suggested that she bend over facing away from the bed and remove her panties. As she did so, I caught only glimpses of her sexy slit peeking out between her taut thighs. The wonders of her ass and cunt were still largely hidden by the cheerleading skirt. Next, at my suggestion she sat next to me on the bed and we kissed with ever-increasing ardor. Unfortunately, the need to keep tapping her mind was very distracting and I found myself unable to get lost in the moment. Laying back on the bed, I suggested that she unbuckle my belt and remove my pants. Her touch was soft and sure, as eager to get at my riches as I was to get at hers. But when my pants reached my ankles, she struggled with them. I had forgotten to tell her to remove my shoes! There had to be a less complicated way to do this! I had her return her attention to my boxers and the tool that lay within. Worship it, I silently directed her. Worship it. Leaving the method open proved to be wise as she immediately bent and pulled down my boxers, her lips capturing my cock head as soon as it met the open air. With her hands she gently played with my balls, while raining little kisses up and down my iron shaft. I barely felt each kiss, but taken together it felt as though she was caressing my cock one atom at a time. While she busied herself lapping at my rod, I reached over and flipped the cheerleading skirt up onto her back, allowing me to admire her bare ass in all it's glory. Kneeling on the bed as she was, her ass cheeks revealed little dimples where they met her well-muscled thighs. Straining my head to the side, I could just see her cunt slit, with a little bit of blond hair framing it. But why was I straining? I asked myself. Responding to my mental suggestion, Jennifer swung her ass around so I could have a full view of it, while still playing with my cock with her left hand. When her legs parted slightly, I knew then that I wouldn't be satisfied just fucking her the regular way. I'd have to take her doggy-style and watch my hard cock sliding into that inviting slit. But first I wanted to see the rest of her gorgeous body. Ordering her to stand before me, I had her unbutton her cheerleader outfit and lift it off. My first sight was of her golden bush, a perfectly trimmed triangle pointing the way to heaven. Above that lay a very flat and tanned tummy; she must have been hitting the tanning booth in anticipation of the summer. Next her luscious tits popped free, with no sign of sag to the young flesh. As she pulled the outfit over her head, I stared in wonder at the fabulous creature before me. Already I knew that I'd made the right selection for my first official conquest. As she stood expectantly before me, my eyes were drawn to the golden triangle between her legs. While I had no experience at it, I knew that I just had to get my tongue into her pussy. She so eagerly complied with my mental suggestion that I had to wonder if she hadn't been hoping for it herself. When my tongue first touched the sweet folds protecting her inner sex, Jennifer moaned and writhed on the bed. To help enhance her pleasure I ordered her body to release a jolt of sugar, adrenaline and hormones. I also made her nerve endings extra sensitive, so every touch of my tongue would feel so much sharper and intense. To my surprise her pussy tasted nothing like the juices I had sampled on Sunday. Her cunt tasted quite sweet, but with a musky overtone. If I sound like some sort of pussy connoisseur, it's because I've taken a special interest over the years in each woman's individual taste. Perhaps one day I'll get a federal grant for a scientific study. In her heightened state it took me only a couple of minutes of licking to bring her to the edge of orgasm. Mashing my mouth between her cunt lips, I thrust my tongue as deeply into her as possible. As she moaned her pleasure I transferred my attentions to her swollen clit. Capturing it between my tongue and teeth I gave it a good lashing, sending her into spasms of orgasm. I knew then that all that spying and learning from people's memories had been well worth it. As Jennifer lay panting on the bed I surveyed my work. Her pussy was now pink and engorged, ready and waiting to receive a hard cock. Her heaving tits were a rosy red and the nipples stretched taut; Jennifer had evidently been playing with them as I ate her out. Her eyes had a wanton, lustful look to them. I could feel her staring at my cock, wanting to feel it stretch and work her cunt. I wasn't about to disappoint her. Though my mental abilities give me absolute total recall of every event, my first thrust into her pussy still stands out. The satisfying tightness, the incredible warmth, the sensual wetness all came together in one thought...I was meant to be here. I started slow but soon couldn't contain myself. The sight of that sexy creature beneath me was overstimulating my senses. Soon I was pounding into her with wild abandon, my sweat flowing as freely as her juices and my pre-cum. At least in this act I didn't have to prompt her. She lifted her legs high for me, granting me full access to her darkest depths. In no time I was shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside her, much more than I ever could remember giving up. So much, in fact, that it began to seep out between the walls of her cunt and the shaft of my dick. As I withdrew, whole gobs of it hung from my shaft, with some dribbling into Jennifer's golden bush. Though I knew from her memories that she disliked the taste of cum, I had her sit up and give my cock a good tongue cleaning. The sight of her pink tongue flicking along my purple shaft looked so good that I had her continue her ministrations even after my skin was glistening clean. Soon I felt refreshed enough to continue. Until now the only attention I'd paid to her tits were a few frantic gropes when I was fucking her. Now I latched onto her upthrust nips, literally chewing and sucking at the tender flesh. I found myself drooling in my greed to suck as much flesh into my mouth as I could, the saliva dribbling down her mounds like streams off a mountain range. I wondered if a stream of cum would take the same paths. I'd have to test that one. Now fully worked up, I mentally ordered her onto her hands and knees. As she struggled to find her balance, her swaying ass beckoned to me. I could see her ripe slit peeking out from between the the two moons of her ass cheeks. Though I was tempted to eat her out again, I thought better of it, knowing that her hole was still full of my spent cum. Instead I sank my meat deep into her, relishing the feel of my groin grinding against her firm ass. I fucked her this way for several minutes, watching the muscles play on her back and enjoying the sight of my cock disappearing within her crack. Every so often I would peek around to watch her tits sway in time with my thrusts. By the sound of her moans and the way she pushed back against me, I knew that Jennifer was enjoying this position as much as I. Still, I wanted to see her face when I came, so I had her switch back to me on top. My mental suggestions and the intense fucking had made her very compliant, but I still had to give her detailed mental images in order to get her to respond. It was quite annoying and obviously took all the spontaniety out of it. This time when I fucked her I stayed connected to her mind. Her thoughts were confused. She was turned on, intrigued, puzzled, confused, excited, and at the same time wondered if this was all a dream. I took a few moments to try and quiet her mind, suggesting that she enjoy it all now and figure it out later. This helped a bit, especially after I released another small jolt of hormones. She was now hornier than anything. Now as I fucked her she was much more responsive, playing with her tits, thrusting her hips towards mine, whispering to herself. Say what you want, I silently ordered her. "Oh, god, yes! Fuck me with that cock! Fill me up! Stretch me out! God, I want more of your cock! More!" she called out. "You make me so hot and wet. I wanna feel you all over me. Oh, god, you do me so good! That's right, fuck your little whore. Fuck my pussy. Oh, please, fuck my pussy!" As she pleaded for more I redoubled my efforts. Our sweat-soaked bodies slid together like pistons, creating a friction that heated us to an ever-increasing pace. It seemed as though I would never get release, while below me she shuddered almost continually as small orgasms rippled through her body. Finally I felt that familiar surge begin, and I continued to fuck her even as my cum exploded from within me, even as my body begged me to stop so it could put every effort into the expulsion. This time, with her cunt still full from my previous eruption, the sticky, gooey cum flowed out from her pussy like cream filling from an overstuffed pastry. As it soaked into the sheets I could only sit back and gaze in wonder at Jennifer's disheveled body. Fucking women was much better than jacking off. I knew then that it was going to be one pussy-filled summer. The next day I accidentally-on purpose ran into Jennifer in the hallway at school. She pulled me aside and somewhat embarrassingly asked me to keep our "date" a secret, even though she had enjoyed it greatly. I agreed, while gallantly offering my services if she should ever need companionship again. As she walked away, I accessed her mind. She'd apparently bought the cover story that I was a member of the sexual underground, if only to explain away any incongruities about why she would spread her legs for someone like me. She'd decided not to mention the incident to her friends. Lucky for me, as I'd forgotten to implant memories in the girls who I'd selected to be my bogus references. A small disaster averted. But the experience had been well worth it.