Feature Writer: Switch Blayde

Feature Title: SATAN’S SON 5

Published: 25.04.2008

Story Codes: Mind Control, MF, Mf, mF, NC, Heterosexual, Cuckold, Incest,  Caution

Synopsis: Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Or does it? Will good triumph over evil? Or is absolute power irresistible? Just imagine being able to control anyone — neighbors, teachers, cheerleaders, strangers, mothers and their children, people you desire, people you detest. What would you do? Follow one boy’s journey.

 

Satan’s Son 5

“Hey, Mangolin, get your ass over here!”

Charlie froze, quickly glancing over his shoulder. His eyes widened when he saw the three large boys coming his way. As if someone had turned on a faucet, sweat began dripping into his eyes, the salty liquid stinging them. His heart beat faster and adrenaline pumped his legs as he ran.

“Hey, twerp, get over here!” the muscular boy shouted. He bolted, leaving his friends behind and quickly catching up to Charlie.

Never the athlete, the mighty shove threw Charlie off balance and the front of his right foot slammed into his left heel. With arms and legs flaying like a drunken octopus, he crashed face first onto the school floor, his chin smashing into the hard surface, his cheek dragging on the dirty linoleum as his momentum propelled him forward. Scrambling to his hands and knees, a strong hand clutched the back of his collar and immobilized him. A loud ripping noise was heard when the other boy pulled hard, and the collar of Charlie’s tee-shirt dug into his Adam’s apple. Letting out a yelp, Charlie was yanked to his feet by his hair. His eyes darted to the other two members of the football team who had trotted over to join their friend, and then he saw a bright light followed by dizziness. It took a moment for Charlie’s brain to register the punch, but then his knees buckled and he dropped to the floor, crumbling onto his side. Rubbing his jaw, Charlie stared up at the school’s quarterback through watery eyes.

“I told you to stop!” the bully hollered. “Who do you think you are? I heard what you did with Tara. She’s my girl, you fuckin’ twerp. You’re gonna pay for that!”

The foot slamming into Charlie’s belly forced a whoosh of air from his mouth as his lungs emptied. Charlie doubled over in pain, clutching his midsection. The next powerful kick contacted his hip, rolling him onto his back with his knees up and his hands still holding his belly, gasping for air. As if in slow motion, Charlie saw the foot move back as the boy’s knee bent. Thankfully, Charlie’s subconscious mind was quicker than his conscious one and acted on impulse — unadulterated fear actually. The bully’s foot dropped harmlessly to the floor.

“Hey, Brent, what ya waiting for? Kick the motherfucker’s ass,” one of the others said.

The quarterback’s foot twitched, but didn’t provide the blow he desired. Charlie rapidly sucked in large amounts of air. Scooting backwards, his butt left a clean path on the floor until he was sitting against the wall. His still watery eyes darted to his left, catching sight of one of the football players lunging his way. A smirk appeared on Charlie’s face when Brent tackled his friend, dragging him to the ground.

The third boy cried out, “What the fuck are you doing?!” as he saw his friends wrestling.

He moved to break up the fight, but soon was kicking both struggling boys. They stopped fighting each other, trying to fend off the vicious kicks. Leaping to their feet, the two tackled their friend and soon punches were thrown. It didn’t matter who they hit. The three boys swung freely, making contact with whoever they could.

Charlie slowly got to his feet and limped away, rubbing his side and jaw. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the scuffle increase in intensity, already bloodying the three faces.

“You jerk,” Charlie chastised himself in the empty hall. “Why did you run? You could have stopped it before it began.”

He felt hatred towards the boys that he had never felt before. Stopping suddenly, he spun around. The three boys were on the dirty floor, punching and kicking each other. They immediately stopped. With the same smirk Satan had, Charlie watched the boys jump to their feet and rip their clothes off as if it was burning their skin. One naked boy picked up a pair of jeans out of the pile of discarded clothes and shoved his hand into the pocket. Dropping his jeans on top of the pile, he flipped open the cigarette lighter and flicked it, watching the flame shoot up. Then he tossed the lit lighter onto the clothing which began to simmer and then burst into flames. Standing naked, the three jocks stared dumbly at their clothing being incinerated, and then one threw a sucker punch, sending another to the floor. The third boy kicked the standing one, and soon all three were once again fighting, except now they were completely naked. Charlie grinned, turned, and walked away whistling.

The halls were eerily quiet. Like all students, Charlie usually bolted from the school as soon as the last bell sounded, but today he felt a pang of guilt about what he had done to Cathy. He despised the “brown nosing” snitch, but to him he in effect raped the girl — took her virginity. Not with his own cock, but nonetheless he did it. He wondered why someone as nice as him would do such a thing. So after his last class, Charlie went in search of what happened to Cathy after she fled the classroom. He came up empty-handed, and was leaving when Tara’s boyfriend and his pals jumped him.

Now walking quietly through the halls, the sound of voices caught Charlie’s attention and he followed it. Standing outside the ajar door of the teacher’s lounge, he listened from out of sight for any conversation relating to the fate of Cathy, but it all seemed to be idle chatter. Most teachers were complaining about one student or another. They should hear what we say about them, Charlie thought with a chuckle.

A mischievous thought filled Charlie’s mind. The teacher’s lounge was off-limits to students, and entering the sacred room was forbidden. But Charlie was no longer an ordinary student. A sense of power filled his being as he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He moved to the door and pushed it; the hinges squeaked. As the door swung open, the room fell silent and all eyes locked on Charlie. He sent each teacher a telepathic message that they didn’t see him.

“That’s strange,” one teacher said. “What do you think caused the door to open?”

No one answered her, but another teacher who was standing nearby took a few steps and flicked the door shut. Soon all the teachers were either busy chatting or reading.

Charlie surveyed the room like a child going through his parents’ drawers when they weren’t home. A table sat along the far wall with the typical coffee pot and supplies. Two couches faced each other in the middle of the room with a table between them. And a few chairs were scattered about, some grouped for conversation and others for solitary reading.

Mrs. Flent was sitting on the edge of one couch, leaning over the table. Papers were spread out and she was scribbling on one. She wasn’t what Charlie would call attractive, being around 45 with short, dark, graying hair, but Mrs. Flent had huge tits, and in her current bent over position her 40-Ds were hanging down. Bent at the waist with his hands on his knees, Charlie stared inside the sagging sweater.

Mr. Hathaway sat next to Mrs. Flent. He wasn’t actually sitting. Slouched down on the couch with outstretched legs, his feet were propped on the table. The 36-year-old’s wavy brown hair dangled over his closed eyes and his chin was pressed to his chest.

Sitting on two chairs in the corner were Miss Holland and Mr. Riggler. Mr. Riggler was the PE teacher and looked the part with his muscles bulging and his massive chest stretching his tight black tee-shirt. Charlie noticed Mr. Riggler’s eyes roaming up and down Miss Holland’s body as she chatted non-stop. Charlie didn’t blame the PE teacher though. Miss Holland was gorgeous at 28 years old with long blonde hair and a figure to die for. Her dress was probably too short for a teacher, but no one complained, and Mr. Riggler’s eyes more than once landed on her bare thighs.

Standing next to the table by the far wall, Mrs. Wilson held her coffee cup in both hands as she blew the steaming liquid. Although 35 years old, she could have passed for a student. Her diminutive 5 foot slim body was almost boyish, especially because her tits couldn’t be more than 32As. Her thick lips and kinky dark hair defined her race, but the light cocoa color of her skin and bright blue eyes pointed to at least one white man bedding her slave ancestors.

Mrs. Flent turned to her side. Mr. Hathaway’s light snoring was disturbing her test grading and she glared at the sleeping figure. Charlie thought he’d have some fun. Mrs. Flent’s mouth opened wide when her younger coworker’s hand went to his crotch and scratched his groin. Her head shot up and scanned the room, but no one paid them any mind — Mrs. Wilson had sat down with her book again and the other two teachers were busily conversing. Mrs. Flent’s eyes returned to Mr. Hathaway’s lap. Ohmigod, he’s not scratching himself. He’s rubbing his penis. Her eyes rose to his face and his closed eyes. He must be having a dream … an erotic dream. Holy shit, he’s rubbing it more and … ohmigod, it’s growing.

Charlie moved to the side of the couch. Glancing around, he felt a surge of invincibility. This was better than a suit of armor. His attention was drawn back to Mrs. Flent when he heard her thoughts.

It looks so big, she told herself in what she thought was the privacy of her mind. I can’t remember the last time Jack had an erection. A puzzled expression crossed Charlie’s face and he telepathically asked the teacher a question. Her mind answered, My husband, and then she looked around the room as if searching for someone. But her mind wandered back to Mr. Hathaway. Jack just doesn’t seem interested anymore. He never wants sex. And, ohmigod, he never looked that big. I wonder how big it is. I wonder what it feels like.

Charlie was surprised when he saw Mrs. Flent’s hand move towards her colleague’s crotch. She looked into Mr. Hathaway’s face and then around the room, and then back to his face. Stretching her arm, the older married woman extended her forefinger and sort of poked the bulge in Mr. Hathaway’s trousers. Immediately, her hand jerked back and her eyes darted to the man’s face. His eyes remained closed.

Mrs. Flent’s hand returned to his lap and she traced his hard cock with her fingertips, all the while staring at Mr. Hathaway’s face. His hand dropped to his side, the movement causing her to jerk her hand away. But when he didn’t open his eyes she looked down and saw that she now had free access. Covering his cock with her palm, Mrs. Flent partially curled her fingers around it and squeezed. Mr. Hathaway’s hips humped, but his eyes remained closed.

Mrs. Flent’s free hand slipped under her skirt and it was obvious she was rubbing her pussy. Charlie quickly scooted in front of her and dropped to his knees, peering between her parted knees. Her panties were pushed aside and her finger was inside her pussy, sliding in and out. Looking up, Charlie saw that her other hand was now stroking Mr. Hathaway’s cock.

God, it’s so big! Mrs. Flent thought. I wish I could see it. It’s a lot bigger than Jack’s … and, ohmigod, it’s harder than his has been in years if ever.

Flabbergasted, Charlie thought, Holy shit, old Mrs. Flent is a slut. She’s married and everything. Jeez, I wonder how far she’d go. With a mischievous smirk, the boy looked around the room. Hmm, if I could just…

Mrs. Flent’s eyes darted from Mr. Hathaway’s lap to his face, then over his shoulder to the others in the room, then back to his face, and finally back to her fingers squeezing and stroking his hard cock. Her eyes made the journey several times, all the while her other hand was busy under her skirt. But then she froze. Mr. Hathaway’s eyes were wide open, staring at her.

“Oh my god!” she muttered, quickly bringing both hands to her lap and folding them.

“Don’t stop,” Mr. Hathaway whispered, not knowing why since he never cheated on his wife and didn’t find his older colleague attractive.

Mrs. Flent’s eyes rose slowly. She was flushed from embarrassment and arousal. Without speaking, she stared into Mr. Hathaway’s face. His nod was the encouragement she needed.

With her eyes locked on his, Mrs. Flent’s unsteady hand slowly slid across the couch cushion, coming to rest against Mr. Hathaway’s leg. Maintaining the contact, she continued staring at his face, into his eyes, ready to jerk her hand away. But he didn’t object, and when her hand slid onto the top of his thigh, Mr. Hathaway nodded again. This time she didn’t pause and soon her hand was resting on the huge bulge in his pants.

After once again glancing around the room, her lust-filled eyes bored into Mr. Hathaway’s as her fingers curled around his cock. She squeezed it, but then quickly jerked her hand back when she felt Mr. Hathaway’s hand. Staring at his lap, she gasped when he slowly lowered his zipper. When his hand dropped back to the couch, Mrs. Flent’s immediately returned to his lap and snaked into the opening.

Although Mr. Hathaway seemed to be encouraging her, Mrs. Flent saw a strange look on his face and in his eyes. He seemed confused. But her hand was gripping his hard cock now, only the thin cotton of his underwear separating the two. She could better feel the shape and size now, as well as the heat. She measured it as best she could, but desired to see it.

Finding the gap in his boxers, Mrs. Flent grabbed his cock, feeling the warm flesh against her skin. Frantically pulling and tugging, she caused a noticeable discomfort to the man sitting beside her, but Mr. Hathaway remained silent in a zombie-like state. Finally, she maneuvered his dick through the opening in his trousers, and there it was! Sticking straight up! Hard and long! Wrapped in her hand! It was huge, her hand not covering half the shaft and her fingertips not touching her palm.

Taking shallow, rapid breaths, Mrs. Flent whispered, “Do you want to see my pussy?”

She tore her eyes off the cock in her hand to look up. Mr. Hathaway’s eyes looked almost painful and he shook his head no. But almost immediately a confused look crossed his face and he energetically nodded yes. Glancing over his shoulder at the others, Mrs. Flent lifted the front of her skirt to her waist and then, spreading her legs apart, pulled the crotch of her panties to the side exposing her hairy snatch. While her fingers obscenely parted her pussy-lips, her fist slid up and down Mr. Hathaway’s cock.

“Let’s go somewhere,” Mrs. Flent whispered urgently. “I need you.”

Charlie thought Mrs. Flent was going to cry when her colleague shook his head no. But then her solemn expression turned to surprise when she felt Mr. Hathaway’s hand on the back of her head pushing it down.

“Right here?” she whispered, almost too loudly. “We can’t! Not here!” Mr. Hathaway’s only response was to pull her head down. She broke free and looked at the others. “Okay, but you keep watch and let me know if someone is coming.”

To Charlie’s shock, Mrs. Flent leaned forward and guided Mr. Hathaway’s cock into her mouth. The couch blocked what she was doing from the others, but the teacher was sucking the cock of another teacher in the teacher’s lounge with other teachers present. And she was married, and so was Mr. Hathaway for that matter. And she was doing it on her own. Charlie was controlling Mr. Hathaway, but he hadn’t sent Mrs. Flent a single suggestion.

Mrs. Flent’s fist moved up and down the base of the hard cock matching the tempo of her mouth. Her skirt was still raised to her waist with her fingers inside her pussy, now glistening with her juices. Invisible, Charlie was able to lean closer at will. His face was inches from her pussy, smelling her arousal and listening to the squishy sounds her fingers made. Then he shifted to her face, watching her lips slide up and down Mr. Hathaway’s cock like a sex-starved nymphomaniac.

Mr. Hathaway was astonished at his colleague’s actions, staring down at the back of her bobbing head. He fought it, but soon his eyes closed and his head leaned back. A soft moan escaped his lips. His hips jerked occasionally, driving his cock deeper. The two teachers were in a world of their own, but Charlie looked past them at the others.

Charlie smiled while staring at the others. Miss Holland and Mr. Riggler had stopped talking and turned to face the couch. Mrs. Wilson looked up and peered over her book. The only noises in the room now were coming from the two teachers on the couch.

Mrs. Flent sucked and licked the cock in her mouth. She had craved for a hard cock for a long time and now she had one. She loved having it in her mouth, but wanted to be fucked. It had been so long — too long. She had needs that weren’t being satisfied. Masturbating alone in the bathroom, while her husband lay in bed with a limp dick, was not the solution. A hard cock was, and she had one in her mouth.

If only we were alone, she thought, and then stopped. Her ears perked for a sound, but the room was silent. Has everyone gone? Mrs. Flent felt the uneasy feeling of being watched. Lifting off Mr. Hathaway’s lap, she looked up.

“Oh my gosh!” she cried out.

Mrs. Wilson and Miss Holland were side by side leaning on the couch, looking down at her. Mr. Riggler was looking over Miss Holland’s shoulder. Mrs. Flent sat upright like a released spring and tugged her skirt down. Even though it was as far as it would go, she kept pulling on it.

“Don’t stop,” Miss Holland said.

“Oh god, I can’t!” Mrs. Flent exclaimed. “Oh my god, what have I done?”

“Not you,” Miss Holland said somewhat annoyed. “George, don’t stop.”

Mrs. Flent looked past Miss Holland. Mr. Riggler was standing behind the young teacher. All of a sudden he began to move and a smile appeared on Miss Holland’s face. Distraught but curious, Mrs. Flent rose and stretched her neck so she could see over the sofa back. Gasping, she saw the back of Miss Holland’s dress flipped onto her back and Mr. Riggler — George Riggler — had his hands on her hips. His lower body moved to and fro. Mrs. Flent rose up even more and looked down — his pants and underwear were around his feet and Miss Holland’s panties were around one of her ankles. Mr. Riggler was fucking Miss Holland!

“Oh yeah, do it slow. Long slow strokes. Yeah, like that,” Miss Holland purred.

Flabbergasted, Mrs. Flent looked up. She gasped again. Mrs. Wilson’s blouse was open and her hand was holding the back of Mr. Hathaway’s head. He was sucking one of her small tits.

“My nipples are so sensitive,” Mrs. Wilson cooed. “Use your tongue. Lick my … yes! Yes!”

Open-mouthed, Mrs. Flent looked from one to the other. Mrs. Wilson’s eyes were closed and her mouth open. Miss Holland’s pupils had rolled back in her eye sockets as Mr. Riggler fucked her harder. He was grunting, spittle dripping from his open mouth onto the back of Miss Holland’s dress.

Has everyone gone mad? Mrs. Flent thought. Then her eyes settled on Mr. Hathaway’s hard cock still protruding from his fly. Why can’t I have that cock? If they’re all having sex so can I.

Mrs. Flent’s hands disappeared under her skirt, reappearing with her panties in tow. Tossing the crumpled undergarment onto the couch, she swung a leg over Mr. Hathaway’s lap. Facing him on her knees, she reached under her skirt and grabbed his cock. She felt the fat head press against her opening and, with more than a little trepidation, dropped down.

“Ohhhhhhh,” she moaned, her face scrunched as the thick cock stretched her pussy, filling her inch by inch. She wasn’t sure if she could take it all, but with her saliva coating his cock and her own juices lubricating her pussy, she managed to settle on his thighs. Never having anything fill her the way Mr. Hathaway’s cock did, Mrs. Flent sat still, her eyes closed and her mouth open finding it difficult to breathe.

Charlie wanted to see, so for the first time sent Mrs. Flent a message. She gathered up her skirt, stuffing the material into its own waistband. Dropping to his knees, Charlie moved his face just below and behind Mrs. Flent’s butt. Only the very bottom of Mr. Hathaway’s thick cock could be seen.

Charlie waited, and then Mrs. Flent slowly rose. Her inner pussy lips, no longer hidden by the meaty outer lips, clung to the cock. And then those same lips were forced back inside as she slid down the glistening pole. Up and down she moved, picking up speed each time, moaning with unbridled lust.

“Oh god, I love your cock. Why didn’t we do this before?” Mrs. Flent was crashing down on Mr. Hathaway’s lap now, slapping sounds of skin on skin filling the room. And then in her frantic fucking, his cock popped out. “Oh no!” she groaned, grabbing his cock and stuffing it back into her. There was no hesitation this time as she slammed down. “Aahhhh!”

Mrs. Flent paused momentarily as her body shuddered. Moaning, she rocked back and forth, relishing the best orgasm of her life. However, she was soon bouncing on Mr. Hathaway’s lap again. Charlie heard the male teacher grunt, and then saw the white streaks coat his cock every time Mrs. Flent’s pussy slid up it. But Mrs. Flent wasn’t done and kept fucking him.

Charlie looked up when he heard Mr. Riggler grunting. The boy stood and walked around the couch. Unlike Mrs. Flent, Miss Holland was young and beautiful. He knelt beside her and watched Mr. Riggler’s cock ramming in and out of her pussy. He noticed something strange and leaned forward. Her pussy was completely hairless! Miss Holland shaved her pussy!

Charlie scrambled to his feet and leapt over the sofa arm. He opened his pants and pushed them down. Carefully balancing himself as he stood on the soft sofa cushion, Charlie guided his “invisible” hard cock to Miss Holland’s lips. It startled her when it made contact, but then a quick message had her open her mouth to accept his dick. Soon she was sucking his cock like a vacuum cleaner. In no time, the boy exploded, filling her mouth with sperm. Miss Holland quickly gulped it down, confused but compliant.

Charlie bounced off the couch and, holding his pants up, hurried to the other side. The room was filled with the smell and sounds of sex, of people panting and grunting, of cocks sliding in and out of wet cunts, of skin slapping against skin. He stood behind Mrs. Wilson who was still getting her tits sucked by Mr. Hathaway. Charlie had always thought she was beautiful, especially with blue eyes on an obvious black face.

Mrs. Wilson opened her eyes in surprise and looked down. Her pants were opening, and then they fell to her feet. And then her panties were being dragged down her legs. But that was impossible. Wasn’t it? And then she felt her body being pushed forward. Unable to resist, she looked over her shoulder. What was happening? She felt hands on her, but didn’t see them. And then there was an arm around her waist. At least it felt like there was, but she didn’t see it.

“Oh god, no!” she screamed when she felt a cock push against her pussy from behind. “I’m losing my mind! Ugghh!”

Charlie sunk into Mrs. Wilson’s pussy with a single shove. She kept looking over her shoulder, but didn’t see anything. She wanted to grab what felt like hands on her hips, but her own hands were glued to the back of the couch. As hard as she pulled, they remained in place. It was just as well since she needed to brace herself against the couch to keep from being pushed forward.

Charlie’s white fingers dug into the cocoa flesh of Mrs. Wilson’s hips. Pausing momentarily after pulling his pelvis back, he thrust forward, violently ramming his hard cock deep into her pussy. Before her grunt ended, he was poised for another thrust, which he immediately did. Back and forth his hips moved, his buttocks clenching with each mighty plunge. Everyone else was too caught up in their own fucking to notice Mrs. Wilson’s body rocking back and forth, bent forward leaning against the couch. But Charlie saw it all — Mr. Riggler next to him fucking Miss Holland from behind and, looking over Mrs. Wilson’s back, Mrs. Flent riding Mr. Hathaway’s cock.

“Don’t cum in me! Don’t cum in me! I didn’t put in my diaphragm!”

Charlie turned to the side, looking at the screaming Miss Holland. Before it even registered to the boy what she had said, Mr. Riggler stepped back and fisted his hard, slimy cock. After only half a dozen strokes, his cock erupted, sending streams of semen flying high in the air and landing on the carpet. When finished, Mr. Riggler collapsed to the floor breathing hard. Miss Holland’s head fell forward as she was draped over the back of the sofa.

For an instant, Charlie wondered if Mrs. Wilson was on birth control, but then he felt the urgency in his groin so he jabbed his cock into her pussy with rapid, short strokes. His throbbing cock jettisoned his seed into her. After finishing, he pulled out and staggered back. Seeing his sperm leaking from Mrs. Wilson’s pussy, he wondered if his white genes were going to produce a baby that was even less black looking than its blue-eyed mother.

Only Mrs. Flent was still moving now, and she hadn’t slowed down one iota. The look on Mr. Hathaway’s face was of agony as his cock must have been raw by now. But Mrs. Flent continued to bounce up and down, yelling things like, “I love it! I love your cock!” and “Fuck me! Fuck me! It’s been so long.” It wasn’t until she shouted, “Oh god, yesssss!” that she stopped bouncing and fell forward onto his chest, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him tight. She rocked on his lap, grinding her clit against his thick dick.

Charlie was still shocked that Mrs. Flent, who wasn’t being controlled by him, was such a slut, so he gasped when she said, “George, do you want to do me now?”

Mr. Riggler looked at her and shook his head no. He quickly pulled his pants up. With the spell broken, Miss Holland straightened up, letting her dress drop. Mrs. Wilson’s hand went between her legs and then she held it in front of her face. The proof that she had been fucked was on her fingers. Astonished, she looked around for the culprit, but when she saw the others staring at her she stooped and yanked up her pants. Mr. Hathaway had to pry Mrs. Flent’s arms off him and then shoved her off his lap. While the others dressed, she lay with her legs spread, gently diddling her clit.

Charlie followed the embarrassed three teachers out of the lounge, leaving Mrs. Flent alone.

THE END OF CHAPTER FIVE