TFAM - The Magic Touch Ch. 02

When I finally returned to the land of the living, I woke to the incredible sensation of Candy running the tip of her tongue around the head of my cock. She occasionally would tease the hole with the tip of her tongue and every time she did she would gently squeeze my balls as she cradled them in her hand. It was a few seconds until she realized that I was actually awake and she smiled up at me as she continued to tantalize my rock hard member.

"I love the way you choose to wake a guy up!" I really couldn't think of anything more cunning to say in response to this amazing treatment. Here I was, being woken up like a king or something. I had no real idea if this was just something that she enjoyed doing on her own or if I had somehow 'influenced' her into wanting this. But, I certainly was not going to jeopardize such wonderful surprises with something as pedestrian as the truth!

"Papi, this is how a slave should always wake her Master up!" Candy said, while batting her eyes innocently. The fact that she said it while nuzzling my cock with her cheek kind of betrayed the innocent act though. "I want to always be a good little girl for my Master. So, please let me know anything you want your dirty little slave to do for you baby. I love to serve. Like a good girl should!"

I wasn't sure how to process this. The Candy that I knew, or at least the way I had always perceived her, was definitely sexually confident and seemed to be comfortable in her own sexual identity. But this behavior seemed to reveal that she was actually rather submissive and subservient. Although, she definitely seemed to feel certain as well as seemingly being only too happy about her new role in our relationship. "I am just not used to being treated so well! Thank you." I could feel her swirl of emotions rise up as I gave her praise and thanks, so I decided to also cater to her submissiveness to see how she reacted and added, "You are such a good girl for Daddy."

I couldn't help it, as soon as she heard those words, she had a small climax and I just came powerfully inside her mouth from the sensation flowing back into me. I knew that she would probably have a positive reaction to me acknowledging her subservience, and I figured that the tattoo that she had would probably be a safe reference to use. But, nothing could have prepared me for the overflowing torrent of love, relief, happiness, and unbridled sexual desire that preceded and then followed her orgasm. And also along with her climax I got a rush of invigorating sensation similar to what I had experienced the first time she had orgasmed.

As she happily swallowed the final few spurts of my seed, I began to replay the events of the last evening in my head. I felt pretty certain that what had happened between me and Candy would be repeatable with other women. But it felt as though my interactions with men had been mostly negative. Not that I particularly wished to try and get another guy to orgasm and test out the potential positive side of my powers (I am just not really into guys).

Nevertheless, I couldn't operate in ignorance either if I was to fully embrace my new-found abilities. So, after collecting my shattered thoughts from a truly wonderful wake up call, I turned to Candy and faced my first really defining moment with regards to my powers. Should I tell this wonderful woman that I was really somehow superhuman and had basically used my abilities to influence her mind and spy on her inner-most thoughts to seduce her? Or should I just lie by keeping quiet and letting her continue to be manipulated and taken advantage of?

I think that it is obvious what choice I made here... Of course, I was a naïve and foolish idiotic dreamer. I told her. She didn't really understand at first. Hell, I barely understood enough to even really explain it to her. But, I didn't feel right about the whole ordeal, and I knew that the guilt would drive me up a wall if I didn't tell her right away.

And, as one would expect, she didn't really take the news well. Once she grasped the fact that I wasn't lying or trying to hide anything from her, she calmed down enough to start asking some questions. "What exactly did you do to me Papi? I don't feel any different, other than every time I touch you it feels amazing. You are telling me that you think you tricked me. But I don't know how."

"I am not really sure how to be sure of what I may have influenced and what you already felt or wished. And I don't really know how to talk about this without possibly insulting you either." I felt like a total ass at this point. How do you ask a woman if she wanted to have a 'Master' or a 'Papi' after she has already declared that you are the one for her, when you have some degree of mind control powers and kind of secretly want to be her 'Papi'?

"Let me make this perfectly clear for you then Papi. What you did to me last night was amazing. I have never come so hard in my life. And I wouldn't have a tramp-stamp on my ass about a 'Daddy' if I didn't want one, you know?" She looked at me square in the eyes at this point and said in no uncertain terms, "SO, you better be able to make this little slave cum that hard every time, or you gonna wake up with no cajones. You comprende Papi?"

I must admit, I was getting mixed signals from this mix of assertiveness and submission. But, the message was almost painfully clear... Especially as she still had my balls in her hand as she threatened my 'cajones'! She went on to explain that she had always had a feisty submissive streak since she had been a little girl. She would purposefully try to make the older boys in her school chase after her and then when they finally 'caught' her, she would challenge them to see if they were worthy of being allowed to 'have' her.

Apparently, very few men ever had passed that test. Surprisingly, a fair number of women had passed that test though. But, by Candy's own admission, she wanted dick. Plain and simple, she was bi-, but she needed a cock on the regular. And, since I apparently had magic hands and a tongue to put a lesbian to shame, I checked all of her boxes. Not to mention that she also seemed to like how my cock fit inside her. It also didn't hurt that I had something of a chivalrous streak in me that she found endearing and kind of hot.

Candy chose to tell me this as well, "When you were standing up to Bruce, it made my panties so fucking wet Papi. Matter of fact, that was right about the time I decided to try out this bad boy." She nuzzled my cock with her cheek and gave my balls a gentle cupping. "So, you can get that idea of tricking me out of your head. I had already made up my mind then that if you rang my bell, I wasn't going to be letting you get away. I wanted you to be my new Master."

I must admit that there was some lingering doubt about how much a person under the influence of mind control could be objective about their own previous mental state, but with her tongue rolling my balls around in her mouth, I was in no state to debate such ethical quandaries. I could feel her constant state of arousal at the idea that not only was I good in bed, but I was literally superhuman in bed! Maybe I didn't have a 12 inch cock. But, I sure as hell had a magic one!

So, after a little more small talk and reassurance that I had not actually brainwashed her, Candy proceeded to ask about what happened with my previous uses of my power. I described the encounter with Bruce and my first encounter with her. Obviously she knew something interesting had happened at the time, but she just had attributed it to some kind of fluke or her own hyper-active libido that she felt unusually good when she had pinched my ears. Either way, we eventually got to the point were I started to discuss what had happened with Jake.

Since I now knew that it was actually me that had done something rather than the reverse, I was suddenly hit with a wave of nausea. The realization that I might have caused Jake to take his own life hit me hard. Candy immediately picked up on my sudden change in demeanor and gripped my dick like a vice. She leveled a glare at me and said, "Papi, you stop that thinking right this second. I don't believe for one second that you wanted that man to kill his self. You are a good man in your heart. You don't try to hurt anyone and you are no one's door mat. I knew Jake, and he was a troubled boy from the time he was an apprentice till the time he died. Don't be putting no weight on you shoulders on his account."

"Yeah, but... I pushed a lot of anger and hate at him..."

"No. You stood up to him and he didn't have to be a bully. He may have been pushed by you in his mind, but he chose to take that jump off the steel. You didn't make him do that. Do you know if you even can make someone do something like that!" Candy's arguments seemed reasonable. And I will never really know one way or the other anyway.

Either way, Candy took that moment to ask me more about my past. Specifically before my powers. I think that she was hoping to be able to talk about something more pleasant. Sadly, that was not what came to mind first. I started to tell her about the abusive pieces of trash that birthed me and how they would find new ways to beat and torment me. She listened stoically and let me get the pain out, all the while idly stroking my semi-hard cock.

When I finished talking, she seemed to realize that I was not hard anymore and she smiled and said playfully, "We can't have this Papi! No man should ever get soft while his cum slave is attending to him! I am ashamed Master." She said it with just enough of a straight face that I kind of giggled and then we both let loose with gales of laughter.

I commented, "I must admit, that was the saddest hand job I have ever had!"

She smiled and asked playfully, "So tell me about the first hand job you ever had Papi. Who did you let handle this beautiful cock first?"

I blushed in embarrassment. She didn't realize what she was asking was going to touch on something that most people would find shameful, and I admit that I was somewhat worried about how she would react to the answer. She took my blush as encouragement to stare into my eyes and proceed to impale her own throat on my rod. But even as she did, her eyes seemed to look up at me expectantly. She slowly lodged the head of my cock into the entrance to her throat, gagging slightly. Then, she waited as though threatening to stop unless I started talking.

So, I told her about my cousin and aunt. To say that Candy was surprised was an understatement. But she pulled my cock out of her throat a little and absent-mindedly ran her tongue around the head as I told her all about the one happy period in my life.

My aunt was the only family relation that I had that wasn't a total piece of human garbage. While many people would probably look down upon her for potentially taking advantage of a defenseless teen boy who should have been 'safe' in her care, our relationship was actually wholesome and voluntary on both sides. I genuinely believe that if she had been capable of doing so legally, my aunt would have happily lived as a thruple between the three of us. Her and her daughter were probably the only people that I could honestly say that I loved and felt loved by in my life.

At first, when my aunt took me in initially, all of us walked on eggshells around each other. I didn't know how to deal with living with people that weren't looking for excuses to hit you. My cousin Maggie was actually the one to figure out how to break through to me. She and her mother, Cecilia, were already an item. No one else in the family knew it, but the reason that my aunt had stayed single after adopting my cousin with her late husband was due to her burgeoning relationship with her adoptive daughter.

Cecilia had raised Maggie since she was 4 years old. Cecilia's husband, Hank, was a union Carpenter and had been killed in an industrial accident when Maggie was 11. When I moved in Maggie was a mature 19 years old, 5 years my senior. I had stayed with them in the past, but it was only for a weekend at most. Usually, my 'parents' didn't want to be seen as neglectful by their relations. So, even when they let me stay at Auntie C's house, it was only a brief interlude between the regularly scheduled beatings.

I still don't know how my aunt and cousin had managed to keep their relationship a secret from the rest of our relations for four whole years. Happily, they chose to invite me into not only their home but also their relationship with open arms. Obviously, they had to be careful in how they introduced me to the idea, but that was where Maggie's genius came into play. Let me be clear, my cousin Maggie is a phenomenally brilliant woman. I learned more from her about engineering and physics than any instructor has ever been able to teach me in formal education or even on-the-job training.

My aunt Cecilia, was much more of a artistic type. She was the one that really fanned my passion for storytelling. She would use just about any medium you could imagine to create the most fantastic and elaborate worlds and stories out of nothing. She played host to a small coterie of women that loved to play DnD. Every Saturday night, my aunt's house was filled with high pitched squeals of "I got a Nat-20 Baby!!!" and feminine groans over the cruelties of the dice gods when a Nat-1 came up.

Eventually, they even let me join in on the game nights once I was living with my aunt. They would tease me and usually would make subtle sexual jokes at my expense. That was when my aunt or cousin would step in and defend me or diffuse the situation. But the teasing seemed to make my cousin realize that I was still a virgin and she came up with a plan to fix that.

After getting her mother's blessing, Maggie would 'randomly' forget to wear a bra or leave the bathroom door open slightly. She began to create opportunities for me to catch peeks of her amazingly curvy body, and play as though she was totally oblivious to it. Cecilia would also help things along by giving me tasks that would force me to pass by the bathroom or 'scold' Maggie for forgetting her bra again.

They carefully and patiently led my dense self along a route of seemingly 'innocent' seduction until one day, Maggie 'caught' me in the shower. I had long since started to regularly masturbate to images of my aunt and cousin, so it was only a matter of listening for me to mutter her name and 'accidentally' burst into the bathroom with just a towel on.

She had chosen a particularly poignant time too, because I had been unable to reach completion for a few days due to 'accidental' near misses of being discovered by either her or her mother. They both denied that this was all staged to make the temptation irresistible, but it seemed a little too perfect. Either way, Maggie 'stumbled' into the bathroom and 'caught' me mid-stroke through the fractalized glass of the shower door. She stood there, a perfect teenage dream of sexual desire, framed in the open doorway. She stared at my diamond hard cock, and her mouth dropped open a little.

I had frozen in place, mortified and frightened out of my mind. I had just muttered her name out loud and was on the verge of cumming. That was when she dropped the towel and silently closed the door behind her. She confidently sashayed up to the shower door and opened it. Maggie then gently placed her dainty little hand on my chest and pushed my back into the shower so that she could step in. I was numb with confusion and fear, but my cock was ready to go and hard enough to pulverize granite.

She knelt down in the tub in front of me and playfully batted my hand away as the water drenched her long chestnut hair. She smiled up at me and grasped my cock with one of her small hands as her other hand sought out her large D-cup tits. And as I stood there mesmerized by the beautiful succubus playing with herself, she started to jerk my cock and moan my name. "That's it Ronin. Cum for me. Cum all over my face big boy. I want to feel this rock hard cock spurt all over me."

There was no way that my virgin dick was going to be able to withstand such temptations. I promptly blasted my cum all over her face, hair, tits, hands and some of the wall (as I said, I had been pent up!). She calmly and happily waited until the last of my seed had spurted out, then she turned around to face the shower head and rinsed her face and tits. I just stood there awkwardly and waited. She smiled at me coyly as she stepped back out and retrieved her towel from the floor. And then she said, "Mother wants to talk with us when you are done here." and left.

I must have stood there dumbfounded for a good 20 minutes. I was in shock. The water had long since gone cold before I really began to process what had just happened. My cousin, a total babe, that I had just been fantasizing over, had jerked me off in the shower. No anger, no malice, not even a hint of embarrassment over such a clearly sexual act. She had just walked in and done it. I couldn't even begin to understand what had happened, much less how much trouble I was going to be in once her mother found out.

So, it would probably not be surprising to learn that I was absolutely terrified about going downstairs to the kitchen where all family meetings seemed to happen in this house and face the music over something that I wasn't even sure was my fault. But, as I have said before, I have always been more of a direct person and so, terrified as hell or not, I dressed and made my way down to the kitchen.

I should be clear here, up until this point, my aunt and cousin had been nothing but wonderful and supportive towards me. There had been no hint, in my perception, that anything untoward was going on. Whereas a 'meeting' with my parents was usually a screaming match between themselves and rarely me, meetings in the kitchen with Maggie and Cecilia were always fun or lighthearted occasions. I was, therefore, dreading what shape this family meeting was going to take.

Needless to say, I was totally unprepared to turn the corner into the kitchen and witness my aunt eating Maggie's pussy out on the kitchen table while she tweaked her own proud little nipples and caressed her mother's blond hair. Cecilia was seated in her usual chair next to the head of the rectangular table and had her face buried between my cousin's thighs as though she was wearing a pair of earmuffs. Maggie, on the other hand was moaning softly as her adoptive mother went to town on her pink pussy. Maggie's head was hanging over the opposite edge of the table from her mother and if her eyes hadn't been closed at the time she would have been looking right at me.

I, once again, stood there in absolute shock. My mind went completely blank as my loving and supportive aunt ate out my kind and caring cousin on the same table that I had eaten my cereal on earlier this morning. As a matter of fact, Maggie's shoulder blades were resting right where my placemat usually lay. I must have gasped or made some other audible sound, because Maggie's eyes shot open as she lay there. I saw her watching me, watching her get her cunt plundered by her own mother's skillful tongue.

Maggie gestured for me to come to her and I blankly obeyed. My mind made no conscious decision to do anything, my body just moved on autopilot towards my naked cousin. Once I reached her she reached out and slid my gym shorts and boxers down towards my ankles and pulled my body closer until my teenage cock was just about touching her lips. She smiled up at me again and hugged her arms around me, gently pulling my cock into her warm waiting mouth. She then grabbed my hands and placed them on her naked breasts and started to bob her head back and forth on my cock.

My body just sort of took over at that point. I began to rock my hips back and forth in time with her head's movements until she began to let me take over face fucking her. My hands clumsily fondled her tits until she began to loudly moan around my cock and I realized that she was enjoying something I had done. I struggled to figure out what that something had been and tried multiple different things until I once again found that lightly pulling on her nipples seemed to get the best reaction.