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Part 6
After drying off and changing into jeans and a t-shirt, Ken grabbed some
food and turned on the TV. He quickly flipped past the latest news shows to the
weather channel. He really didn't want to listen to political bull shit and
since it was an election year, it was hard to escape. Some of what he'd been
hearing lately about various laws was making him worry. But truthfully, he'd
been so wrapped up in disinterest that he hadn't been paying that much
attention.
The weather was supposed to be nice today - clear and in the 80s. A
perfect day to head to the beach, which was one of his favorite places. He
didn't swim much since the Pacific was so damned cold, but he loved to walk
along the paths and listen to the ocean. The pretty girls he got to see was an
added incentive. Even more so now, since he was ready to for some
experimentation with his powers.
He wondered what Lea had meant when she said that he could use the
energy that she'd left him?
Dropping the dishes in the sink, he got into his car and took off. The
traffic was pretty light, even for the middle of a Friday and he made great
time. The smell of the salt air and the feel of the sun on his skin revived his
sense of well being. He walked along the path, eyes scanning everything from
behind his sun glasses. There weren't many people here, but then it was still
early in the day. Ken suspected that after noon, things would get a little more
crowded.
At one point he removed his sandals and walked out onto the sand. He
stood for a long time at the ocean's edge, just listening to the waves, feeling
the salt air on his skin. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this
good. He wanted to actually put his feet in the water, but he really hated the
cold - and in April, this water was cold. Finally, he turned and walked back to
the path. There were a few stores open and he ducked into one to grab a soda.
Eventually, he settled onto a bench that faced the ocean and relaxed, letting
the sun sink into his body. It was amazing, he thought, how a small thing like
this could make him feel so good.
His mind drifted as a light breeze blew over him. He thought about what
he'd done with his life since... well, he didn't want to think about that
incident. He realized though, that he hadn't even been on a bicycle in years.
Why had he given it up? He'd loved to road ride and it had complimented the
marshal arts training so well. For the first time in years his body yearned to
get on a bike and just ride. Even more, his bones and muscles ached to hit the
tatami mats again. He could almost smell the mats, feel the fluid movements his
body used to perform.
Ken sat up abruptly, pulling his thoughts from that direction. He
removed his sunglasses and put his head in one hand. He couldn't go back to
that. It had cost too much last time. Who knew what would happen this time?
He pushed those thoughts away, slipped on the glasses and looked around. As he
did, two girls sat on the bench opposite his.
He leaned back, stretched his arms over the back of his bench and eyed
them. They were both very, very cute. And also, pretty young. Brit, as she
liked to be called, was 16 and Tanya was 15. The knowledge sank into his brain
and he decided that this was as good a time as any to begin his experimentation.
They were noticing him as well, which was odd, he thought. Brit nudged
her friend, then leaned over and whispered something into her ear. Tanya
colored a bit, and elbowed her while they both dissolved into giggles. Ken
examined the girls with out using any of his abilities at all. Brit had dark
hair, already had a tan and nice sized breasts. Tanya, her friend, was a
typical California blond - except that her breasts were very small. Her skin
was also beginning to sport a nice tan. Both girls were wearing small bikini
tops, small nylon shorts and had been inline skating down the path. Their skin
shown with a bit of sweat. Ken pushed a bit.
Brit was horny - but then, she was almost always horny. She loved the
out doors, loved the sun and loved the fact that the warm day was allowing her
to skate. And show off her new bikini top. She was wondering, in fact, if Ken
had noticed her. She knew her tits were nice because guys were always staring
at them. That made her self conscious, but it also got her wet as hell. Her
small thong was currently soaked from the excitement generated by the stares
she'd been getting. Tanya was also enjoying the day, but she was embarrassed
for two reasons. First, she hated the fact that her tits were all nipple.
Sensitive nipple, that insisted on poking out whenever it would be most
humiliating for her. Second, she'd forgotten to put on deodorant. She still
wasn't used to using the stuff, since she'd just started needing it, and Brit
had talked her into going skating before she'd had time to begin her day. So
she could smell her sweat and it... disturbed her. Brit could smell her too,
and liked it. She had often seen her friend naked, but had never gotten to do
anything with her. She'd fooled around with a few girls and liked it a lot.
She liked boys too, but girls couldn't get her pregnant. She'd been wondering
for almost a year if Tanya would like to fool around a little. They were good
friends though, and she didn't want Tanya to hate her. Tanya, for her part, had
never thought of another girl in a sexual way. Ken saw that it wouldn't take
much for her to start though. Tanya was a very sexual person, just very private
about her thoughts and feelings. He felt a lurch and time seemed to telescope.
It only lasted a second, but during that time, he realized that the combination
of being very private and shy and having a strong sex drive would not be a good
thing for her. She would either spend a lot of time frustrated, or end up in an
abusive relationship with someone who gave her great sex, but treated her like
shit.
Ken wondered what would happen if the two of them had sex. He thought
that if it went well, Tanya would be a lot better for it. He started wondering
if he could make that happen. He was sure that Lea could. But he didn't have
the power - not yet anyway, to set up a situation where sex between them would
be inevitable. Still, how would they react to a shared fantasy?
He continued to concentrate on the girls, absorbing the energy that Brit
was throwing off. Absorbing it, then feeding it into the fantasy that he was
beginning to spin for the two teens.
Brit looked over at Tanya. Tanya looked up as an unaccustomed wave of
arousal seeped into her belly. She found herself wondering what it would be
like to kiss her friend, then blushed. She couldn't turn away, though she
tried.
"What's wrong Tanya?"
"Nothing," she replied.
Brit was horny. Somehow, she knew that if she were to push, just a
little, Tanya would let her kiss her. They were together in her bedroom -
they'd just gotten back from skating and the rest of the house was empty. She
leaned close and Tanya's aroma reached her. Her wide blue eyes were staring
into her dark brown ones. Beads of sweat had broken out on her upper lip.
Brit's hormones were moving into overdrive, and Tanya had no idea how to cope
with the sudden onset of sexual desire for her friend. Brit continued to move
closer until their lips touched. Tanya let out a little moan, her nipples
hardening against the damp bikini top. Brit probed further with her tongue and
Tanya opened her mouth. They both tasted the juice they'd been drinking and
Brit thought it was the sexiest thing in the world. Her thong was drenched and
she could see Tanya's nipples poking through her top. God how she'd love to
take one in her mouth.
They continued to kiss, and Brit gently stroked Tanya's arm, causing the
girl to shiver. More stroking created a little moan and they were lying back on
the bed. Brit's hand drifted to Tanya's slightly damp stomach, stroking the
flat, bare area the way she herself liked to be touched. Tanya just moaned and
kissed her harder. Brit pulled away from the kiss, letting her fingers run up
the center of Tanya's torso, between her small breasts and to her throat as she
ran her tongue down to Tanya's neck and ear. Tanya's hands were clenching and
opening. She didn't know what to do, but she knew that she didn't want her
friend to stop.
Tanya lay there as Brit kissed her throat, then down to her chest. Her
nervousness at having such small tits disappeared as Brit's tongue and teeth
teased the skin of her upper chest.
"Take off your top," whispered Brit.
Tanya's pupils were dilated as she looked at her friend. Shifting, she
pulled the strings and removed her top. Nervousness returned as she bared her
breasts to the other girl. What if Brit thought she was too small and laughed
at her?
Brit moaned, the scent of Tanya's skin and the sight of her beautiful
body causing her belly to clench and her pussy to spasm, forcing out more of her
thick juices. She ran her tongue over the damp, salty skin, nipping with her
teeth just under the dark pink, erect nipple. Tanya groaned as Brit whispered
how beautiful she was, then took the nipple into her mouth. Tanya actually came
from that. Brit almost came herself, feeling the hard nub expanding even more
in her sucking mouth. Her hand worked the other nipple, rhythmically squeezing
and tugging it, working Tanya back up the curve toward orgasm.
She let go of the nipple under her fingers and worked her hand
underneath the damp shorts, her fingers gliding over the soaked panel of cotton
that guarded her friend's treasure. Tanya pushed her sex into the delicate
fingers that were sliding over her covered lips and pleasure spread through her.
Brit moved up to kiss her again, while trying to get her out of her pants.
Tanya had no qualms about helping, and soon Brit was kissing her way down
Tanya's belly, heading toward the lightly haired slit with her tongue. She
teased them both, kissing Tanya's upper thighs, licking close, but not on, the
puffy outer lips, then nipping her way down the thigh to the girl's knee. She
wanted so badly to plunge her tongue into the sweet smelling pussy, but wanted
to draw out this first time for them both. She kissed her way back up to the
junction, then held her head above the drooling slit, inhaling Tanya's musk and
looking at her.
Tanya's eyes were glazed and she really wanted Brit to let her orgasm
again. She was so close! Tanya looked down at the other girl, and smiling,
Brit slowly dipped her tongue into the blonde's sex, opening the lips and
releasing a small flood of pent up juices. They were delicious - tangy, salty,
musky -Brit had never tasted better. Not even her own, which she'd sampled many
a time. Tanya stiffened and came when Brit's tongue speared her sex and slid
inside. It took only seconds for her to come again while the other girl worried
her clit, sucking while lashing it with her tongue, then slid a finger inside
her. She came so many times that it seemed like she never left the peak.
Finally Brit backed off when Tanya started getting very wild. She crawled up
and cradled the sweat soaked girl in her arms and kissed her as she came down
off her high. Tanya could taste herself and she liked it just fine. She gazed
at her lover and knew that Brit would taste just as good. Tanya just had to get
the strength up to remove Brit's clothes.
Ken shook his head. Wow. That had been intense. He looked up at the
girls. They were sitting there panting and sweating as if they'd been, well,
like they'd been having sex. He thought he could detect a wet spot in Brit's
crotch and the nipples on both girls were very evident. They looked at each
other, rose off the bench and, holding hands, skated away. He could feel the
warm glow of energy that the fantasy had created and knew that those two were
off to seek someplace more private. They both had the same thing on their
minds, even though Tanya was still going to be very shy.
He, however, wasn't going anywhere - especially with his cock rock hard.
It would be noticed. Looking at his watch confirmed that only a few seconds had
passed instead of the half hour or so it had seemed. He could feel the energy
in his body, zipping along his nerves. He felt alive. He felt incredibly good.
And he felt incredibly horny. He wanted Jane. Badly. But he'd have to wait,
which meant that if he still felt this way when she got to his place, she was in
for a rough evening.
It took a while for things to die down a bit, but eventually he was able
to get up. As he walked along he continued to think about his life. The days
before Lea now seemed so gray, so lifeless, and he felt like he was being
reborn. Ken wondered what else he should do today and was surprised that he
really wanted to get on a bike. Well, he thought, he had some money. He wasn't
rich, but he sure as hell hadn't been spending much in the last five or so
years. He had enough to get a new bike, and he knew of a store near his home
that sold them. Ken liked to support local business when he could.
Off he went, back toward his house. He spent some time wondering about
the energy that he was collecting. Was there anyway to create a sustained feed?
What happened to the people he touched with this power if he kept contacting
them? If Lea was a Goddess who lived off this energy, then shouldn't he start a
church or something? He was both horrified and amused at the thought. Ken
considered organized religion to be one of the most destructive forces on the
planet. On the other hand, it would be a blast to create a church that was
built around sexual pleasure, rather than sin, control and the creation of
wealth for the few. He was sure that such an endeavor would be shut down before
it ever became powerful enough to protect its self. Americans, as Lea had
pointed out, were completely hypocritical about sex. The current administration
was full of people who didn't understand separation of church and state. They
were happy to let people worship anyway they wanted to - as long as it aligned
with their beliefs.
Ken pulled into the parking lot of the bike store and entered. He
wandered around for a few minutes looking at all the bikes. Shit - they sure
had come a long way since the last time he rode. They had road bikes, but they
also had mountain bikes and something called hybrids. He found himself
fascinated by the mountain bikes. Not only did they have more gears than he
thought anyone would need in a life time, but they had shocks - front and rear
and even disk brakes! This was way out of his league.
"Hi, can I help you?" asked a bright, cheery voice. He turned around to
see that it belonged to a bright, cheery looking young woman. A very fit,
bright, cheery, attractive young woman. He felt his ability start to reach out
to her, and reigned it back in. There would be time for that later. Right now,
he wanted a bike. Still, she exuded a level of sexuality that only those women
who were very fit seemed to have.
"Yes. I'd like to buy a bike."
She grinned, obviously used to the effect she had on men - women too,
she knew. She enjoyed flirting with cute guys and cute girls. Nothing got her
off more than a nice hard ride on a bike, directly followed by a nice hard ride
with the partner of her choice. The sweat slicked skin, the salty taste of her
partner, the musky taste of a hot cock or cunt....
Damn! he thought. Ken broke contact and got things back under control.
Controlling himself was going to be harder than he thought. This girl loved sex,
and he knew that she'd love a little time in some ropes being pounded with a
hard cock or a thick strap-on. Well, Lea had said he'd be most attracted to
those women that had compatible interests.
"Well, you've come to the right place," she said with out missing a
beat. Her nipples though, were visible beneath her shirt. She loved to have
them roughly twisted, pulled, bitten and god DAMN it concentrate! "We've got
stuff for every level of rider and can even put together a custom bike for you.
Of course, that would take some time and it's a little more expensive. What did
you have in mind?"
How about you come back with me, I tie you up and fuck the shit out of
you, thought Ken. Uh, oh. Her eyes dilated and she stepped toward him.
Quickly he broke contact again, but he thought he could hear the tinkle of Lea's
light laughter in his head. She stopped and blushed a bit, but gamely tried to
cover herself by pointing to the nearest bikes.
"These are nice mountain bikes and they'll get you though some pretty
radical trails." She looked back at him, "Do you ride a lot?"
"Actually, I used to road ride, but I haven't been on a bike for more
about ten years."
"Oh," she said with a big grin, "Well, I gotta tell ya, I'll help you
pick out a road bike - no prob, but mountain biking is where it's at."
"Hmm," he replied with a big grin, "and I'm sure that's a very unbiased
opinion?"
She snorted, "Not hardly. I mean, I do road ride when it's too wet to
do anything else, but there's nothing like being on a trail." She turned and
started heading for the road bikes, "We have some great road bikes too, right
over here."
"Wait a second," said Ken. "Tell me more about this mountain biking
thing."
She turned and smiled, "OK."
Rather than launch into a sales pitch for a bike, she started telling
him about trail riding. When she saw he wasn't put off by descriptions of
dropping off ledges, riding over logs and through streams, she really warmed to
the subject. Ken was intrigued. He could actually feel her interest in the
subject because, for some reason, the best trail rides she'd had were very
sensual experiences for her. Especially the ones that had ended with someone
between her legs.
Consequently, he decided that maybe he should buy a mountain bike. When
all was said and done, it was close to one o'clock when they finished and he'd
purchased a fairly expensive bike. A Specialized Enduro Expert, with
suspension, front and rear, twenty seven gears and even hydraulic disk brakes.
Then she began to tell him all the other things he'd need, starting with a
helmet.
Initially, Ken didn't see the point of a helmet, but Sandy, that was her
name, quickly disabused him of that point of view.
"You don't ride without a helmet - it's stupid and dangerous. When we
do shop rides, we won't even allow someone to come with us without one," she
said. Then, "Here, take a look at this."
It was a video of some radical mountain bikers. It was a ten minute
loop of things that Ken had never thought you could do on a bike - or anything
else for that matter. There were also some spectacular crashes which more than
convinced Ken that a helmet would be a good idea. Not that he thought, even for
a second, that he'd be crazy enough to do anything like what was on the video.
He mentioned that and Sandy just smiled and said, "That's what they all
say. Then it gets in your blood and all you can think about is the next climb
or the next log stack or ledge."
Before he made it out the door, Ken spent just over three thousand
dollars. It was a whopping chunk of cash, but he could cover it. It wasn't
like he planned on spending this kind of money every day. It seemed that just
the bike wasn't enough. There were shoes, clothes, a rack for his car, a pump,
a Camelback hydro pack. He wasn't even sure he'd be able to ride with the damn
shoes - they clipped right into the peddles. Sandy suggested that he find a
nice, grassy spot to get used to them.
"You know," said Sandy after ringing him up, "we have shop rides almost
every weekend. I'm running one on Sunday and I'd love to see you there."
What she'd love to see, Ken knew, was his cock slamming into her pussy
after a nice, hard ride. She could almost feel his hands pulling on her small,
firm breasts, his cock coated with her juices as he took her from behind. Ken
would like that too, but had no idea, oddly enough, what Jane would think of it.
He wondered if she would find Sandy attractive?
Thinking of Jane caused his perspective to shift. It was almost like he
was hooked into her nervous system. She was incredibly aroused. She was
doing... something. It felt like sex, but she was supposed to be at work. In
fact, it was sex - and with a woman. Interesting.
His focus snapped back to Sandy, but she hadn't noticed a lapse.
"Also, I ride on other days. My number's on the card and if you'd like
to ride..." me, came her unspoken thought, "... just call and I'll let you know
when." Now would be good. She couldn't believe how horny she was. Why this guy
was getting to her, she had no idea. What if he had a girlfriend? Hmmm, that
could be interesting. She'd had girls, and she'd had guys, but never one of
each at the same time.
Ken, once again, pulled his thoughts from her fantasies. "Thanks. I'm
sure that I'll want to practice before I start in with the hard core riders."
"Hey, we have people of all skill levels. We're all there to learn and
have fun, so don't let that stop you!"
They continued to talk as he put his bike on his newly purchased roof
rack and she gave him some more pointers, reminded him to call her about riding
and went inside. Ken drove off looking for some place to eat lunch.
Going to the mall was out. If he couldn't even handle being around one
girl, being around dozens was going to be a problem. He decided to stop at a
the deli. The younger girls who worked there should still be in school, and
Mrs. Schumacher, while a nice lady, had to be closing on 80 and was a serious,
no nonsense battle ax. Things went as planned, for once, and he escaped with a
nice lunch. And the normal questions from Mrs. Schumacher about when he was
going to get married, why he was so thin, and when was he going to find a good
woman to take care of him.
He went home to eat and when he was finished, contemplated relieving
himself from some of the sexual tension he'd been building up. He was beginning
to be able to separate the energy that he received from others and his own
sexual drives. Still all that energy certainly had the effect of greatly
increasing his own sex drive. He decided to wait until Jane returned tonight to
do anything about it. However, since she wouldn't be back for a few hours,
perhaps it was time to take his new bike for a spin.
When he finally did get back, Jane's car was in the front of the house.
He grinned as he pulled into the driveway. He was willing to bet that she
hadn't walked to his house naked this time. Ken got out, groaning from the
ache in his muscles and the rather large scrape on his leg, and began taking the
bike off the roof rack,
It was considerably less clean then it had been a few hours ago. So was
he, for that matter, but he'd had an incredibly good time on the ride. The book
of trails that Sandy sold him, plus her verbal instructions had allowed him to
find a nice spot for his first ride. He made a mental note to get some kind of
odometer because a lot of the trails in the book had directions that depended on
knowing how far it was from point A to point B. Still, he'd really had a blast
just messing around on some of the easier trails. Getting used to having his
shoes clipped into the pedals was a little strange, but not too much worse than
when he used to have cages over his feet. Fortunately, the one time he did
forget to clip out, no one had been around. He'd felt pretty foolish laying
there on his side in the grass, still attached to the bike.
The only thing that had given him trouble was when he'd tried to ride
over a fallen log. It was pretty chewed up, so he figured lot's of people had
done it. He gotten over it too, just not the way he'd hoped. As the log came
up, he pulled a wheelie, and guided the front tire most of the way over it. The
shocks absorbed the impact with no problem. However, he hadn't accounted for
how the rear shocks were going to act and he got literally bounced end over end
and went right over the handle bars. He tucked and rolled, so the landing,
while ignominious, was mostly undamaging. However, his left shin had nailed
something on the way over and was scraped rather badly. He wheeled the bike to
the utility room at the back of the house, then removed the rest of his gear
from the car. He wanted something to drink, a shower and food. And Jane, if
she was interested.
When he opened the door though, he stopped in shock. There was Jane,
kneeling with her head to the floor, arms out in front of her. Her ass was
slightly raised and her long, dark hair was pulled to one side. She was
completely naked.
Before he could even say anything, she spoke. "Master your slave asks
for punishment for disobeying your orders."
Well, he thought, this certainly wasn't what he'd expected to see when
he got home.
End part 6
