Tim's exploration of his unusual powers continues.
I decided to expand my use of my hands to someone else than just me. I could have spent the rest of my life simply enjoying the two most sought after feelings in the world; endless orgasmic bliss and perfect peace and calm, but the human part of my psyche knew at a base level that life is not all about self. Others need to be factored in at some level. Even if that connection with others is negative, it has to be there somewhere.
My first experiment with my abilities on another person, Ty, gave me some valuable insights about the extent of these powers, but more importantly, it gave me a list of names of girls who had 'put out' for Ty. This was to be my strategy. Try my luck with the sure things.
The first girl was Liz. Her body was perfect; 182cm, slender, slim hips, long blondish hair which came down below her shoulders. She had the biggest boobs of all of the girls in our class cohort and was always a target for eyes, imaginations and the pick up lines of the more adventurous. Her boobs actually looked out of place on the rest of her body, but that only served to make her more obvious. Of course, she dressed to accentuate her features, two especially, as well. She never seemed to be alone in the schoolyard and always bragged about the parties that she had been to on the weekends. She had that 'I am in control of whoever and whatever I choose' look. Even some of the teachers, male and female were wary of her. I never was phased by her, just by her tits! What is it about teenage boys and tits? Ah, another of life's mysteries.
I approached Liz one Friday lunchtime. Just casually, I asked where she was going, as in which party had she decided to go to on Saturday night. First she looked at me as if I didn't exist, then she noticed my eyes and the curiosity that lurked there. She may also have noticed my general aura of good health and physical prowess. Her eyebrows lifted ever so slightly while her eyes narrowed, seemingly piercing mine. "I'm at Jane's place. Will you be going as well?"
That question hung in the air for what seemed an eternity to me, but I replied that maybe I would see her there. I then turned and left her standing. I could feel her eyes and those of her buddies on my back as I walked away.
The play was on. Now all I had to do was figure out what to do next. You may have guessed that I was not all that experienced in the finer arts of building relationships with the opposite sex! So, I turned to that age old font of knowledge in these matters, my mates. Matt was the biggest help. "Just be yourself man. Chicks can pick a fake from a mile away. Let your character do the talking."
John, another one of my schoolyard regulars simply said, "Go straight for the tongue and pussy. They can't resist and will get confused about which one to complain about first. Then you have them!" Another mate, Jones, stated that the only surefire way to get the chicks was to prime them liberally with the finest, purest, strongest alcohol first. Great mates huh!
Anyway, loaded with all of the that precious advice, I made my way to the party at Janes' place. Usual teenage party... music, groups of kids hanging out, laughter, nervousness, and of course alcohol, this time in the form of a huge punch bowl set on a table in the middle of the patio. This is where I made my way to through the sideways stares and questioning glances of the more regular partiers. I spent my first hour passing the time by sipping punch and engaging in hugely serious small talk with a group of friendly natives in the form of some of my previous hockey team and their girlfriends. We were engaged in a serious discussion of the advantages of certain acrylic Indian made hockey sticks when I felt, more than saw, Liz's eyes on me and her presence moving surreptitiously closer to my domain of conversation. She seemed to be intrigued by me. What caused that curiosity, I could only guess at, but hey, who was I to question? After all, she was the main reason I came.
We both realised in a moment of awkwardness that we were standing right next to each other, both holding punch drinks in that arm across the chest guarded stance. It did nothing for my looks, but wow did it do something for Liz, or should I say her tits! Did I mention her tits before? They were being pushed up and out at me in a glorious proud manner. My dick already started to swell as if to match their size. She noticed the direction of my gaze. In fact, part of me realised that this was a stance that Liz probably often used to get her prey, I mean develop the interest of her next lay. "Shit, was I staring that long?" I wondered. No, they say a girl develops that imperceptible intuition about when someone is looking at their tits.
"Let's go somewhere private," she stated, purely business-like. "We have things to, um, discuss."
I followed her meekly and in a state of minor shock. "It can't be this easy?" I mused. We ended up under a large tree in the backyard. There was a bench seat which was mostly screened from the view of the other party goers. Then it went simply like this: we sat down, we put our drinks down, we sidled closer together, we cuddled, we kissed. Simple as that. No words spoken! My heart pounded in my chest as the blood rushed through my ears and then straight on down to where, hopefully, it would be needed soon... my dick. Luckily, I was sitting down, as It forced my aching cock to sort of line up with my trouser leg instead to going 90 degrees to my body if I was standing up.
I foolishly thought that Liz wouldn't notice my obvious enthusiastic male member. Wrong! She was a pro. I wasn't. "Well, well. Someone is pleased to see me. She looked into my eyes and said, "I have recently noticed you at school. You seem to be different in some way, especially lately. When I last saw you about two months ago, I thought you were just the typical teenage wanker, too shy to actually talk to girls, let alone do anything else. There is this air about you which made me curious in some way. It's cool. that we have this opportunity to have fun."
Ah, music to a virgin's ears! She moved her hand down to that long lump next to my leg and gently at first, then more insistently, she rubbed along its length. I thought I felt her hesitate after a few long scouting rubs. "Wow," she cooed. "Where have you been hiding this boy for so long? I am really looking forward to this ride baby. Let me have a closer look to see if what I am feeling is real." Like I was going to argue with that! I was in heaven.
Her touch was so satisfying. Soft, gentle, urgent, warm, all the things that wanking did not have. My mind was in a state of pause while I took in all of these beautiful sensations. Liz, in the meantime was on fast forward. She had unzipped my jeans and tucked my jocks under my balls in a very practised move. Almost under her breath, she whispered, "Now that's a cock. Can I suck it please? I have never seen one so perfect. So smooth, warm and hard. And the length and thickness..." She had to stop talking as her delicious saliva wetted lips and tongue slid down the length of my waiting cock. I had experienced that feeling numerous times because of my new-found flexibility and cock length. I had self-sucked for whole nights some nights. But the absolute bliss of allowing someone else to perform that basic skill is beyond compare. It seemed like my cock would be completely consumed and enveloped by that warm, wet mouth. It felt like my whole body would follow my cock into Liz's eager mouth and disappear forever into that warm embrace. Just at that point, she started to lift her mouth up to release my straining member while moving her tongue in a tantalising fashion along the bottom of my cockhead. "Oh my god!" she gasped. "That is awesome!"
