When Third Eyes Meet Ch. 02

Since their friendship fizzled throughout college, Penny had a lot of time to think. She had long since stopped wondering where her ability came from - if no answer presented itself then ti was simply wasted thought. What she could wrap her head around was her own moral compass. All her life, she had shunned her own power, convincing herself that anything she manipulated was therefore false. Still, every now and then she was tempted to push a B+ to an A- or compel the occasional dullard to close their mouth for a minute.

The result was Sean. When at last she chose to use her power to its extent, she was unable to restrain it to a safe capacity. I could have gone softer, she thought later. I could have gone easy and still gotten what I wanted.

The cost far outweighed the gain. But it felt so good, and Penny knew she had needs that she could not resist. If she was going to continue to break time and again, then she would need to learn to use her powers properly.

Her first year at college, Penny started taking a dance class. It was a decent place to meet men and women alike where it was okay to look at them for extended lengths. At first she just admired everyone's bodies, did her best to keep step, and made friends with anyone who was willing to walk her through things while the instructor was occupied.

It was only a beginner's class, but that just mean the show of natural talent was obvious from the start. The best dancer also happened to be the sweetest, a tall and thin sophomore named Erica. Her experience in track and field gave her a slim figure and a helpful knowledge of stretches. Better yet, when Penny asked for a hand, Erica would gladly guide her limbs into the proper position, unafraid to touch her wherever necessary. She was open, confident, and above all drop dead gorgeous.

Linking with her mind was like opening the door into someone's room. In there was privacy - albeit one-sided - and she could go undetected so long as she did not confess openly. The first time she linked with Erica, she felt a sense of confidence not unlike Miranda's. Her presence was joyful, and even a little eccentric. Erica sang to herself in her head from time to time, sometimes in her own voice, sometimes like Ella Fitzgerald.

Once she'd given Erica enough observation, Penny started to test her limits. Adjusting her emotions and desires felt like using a sound mixer. One channel was her motivation, another her arousal, and on and on down the gamut of simple and complex human emotions. If Penny slid up her silliness channel, Erica would make funny faces while she danced or laugh at herself when she missed a step. That made it easier to give simple commands like, "Clap your hands," or, "Stick out your tongue." It was a simple test, but more revealing of the nature of instruction than anything Penny had done before.

Perhaps that was why Sean was so jarred by his sudden irresistible desire that night. He had gone from a state of comfort to an extreme side of the spectrum in an instant, with no practice or build up. He could not justify to himself why it had happened.

So every time Penny saw Erica, she turned up the dial just a little bit from wherever it was. Now Erica would smile a little bigger, blush at the right compliment, and occasionally her nipples would show through her tight leotard as she danced. On days when she was already decently turned on walking into the studio, Penny would wait until they were talking to turn it up a few degrees. Then she would know where her arousal was directed.

After she grew comfortable playing with that channel, Penny started to step a little further into Erica's room, where she could really hear what was happening clearly. It was admittedly endless fun to listen to her thoughts progress from the simple to the lusty. As she walked into the room Erica would think, "Stop watching your feet, just trust it. You can do it." But near the end of the class, while they did their cool down stretches, she would practically moan in her own head. "This girl... fuck, look at those lips of hers. Even when she sweats she's fucking gorgeous."

Penny was accustomed to going home to masturbate whenever she was turned on. But now it was past time to take her pleasure. For her fear, she never made her move on Miranda. Erica, however was ripe for the taking. Penny never instructed Erica to want her, only set up the dominoes for a natural progression. This was real, albeit crafted.

"We should go out for drinks," Erica said to her one day. "Celebrate our progress."

And celebrate they did, though they had barely touched their rum and Cokes when their hands started to wander into each other's laps, playing carefully at showing interest without diving in. They did not waste time on a second drink. The walk back to the dorms was excruciating.

Penny had spent years wanting Miranda fiercely, but never actually explored her sexuality properly. When Erica's tongue made its way onto her nipples, she felt an explosive awakening jolt through her entire body. The sensation was different from Sean's instructed animal thrusting. Erica was just as hungry, but gentler. Her tongue circled around Penny's nipples but left room for the cool air to let them harden and freeze. It was a tease, leaving one nipple cold while the other was hot under her tongue. Penny couldn't help but play with whichever nipple Erica had left to the air. She did that on purpose, Penny realized.

It was no different when she started kissing her way down between Penny's legs. Her hair was long and straight, but she kept it out of her eyes so that she could look at Penny all the way down. With slow but pressured licks up the entire length of her vagina, Erica kept her eyes locked, always smiling as the tip of her tongue finally reached Penny's clit. It was intoxicating to watch her work, and Penny realized that she kept the eye contact not just for the kindness of it, but to drink in Penny's own desperation. I must look like a pathetic little slut, Penny thought.

Their sex became ritualistic after every dance class. Soon Penny stopped wandering Erica's mind for fear of over manipulation. While the romantic interest never flowered, she still held great respect for such a beautiful woman, so unafraid to express herself. She continued to have sex with her, to laugh and play and cum. But she needed a new test subject.

It began a cycle. For a brief period, Penny had forgotten to go to class while she bounced around campus fucking all her test subjects. Every time she felt she'd spent too long with one, she walked her way into someone else's head and started work. But she never dropped the old ones, only made new time to fit new tests. By the end of her sophomore year, she had a reputation. The count was twenty-two fuck buddies.

She learned from every single one of them. How to read their thoughts, how to find them from greater distances. How to ease their worries, lessen their inhibitions. Penny began to grow impressed with herself, wanting to reach new heights and push past what limits she thought there were. Although she went about it carefully, there were fewer and fewer lines for her to cross as time went on.

When she met Kylie, Penny had already decided to transform her.

"You're that bi slut who lives at Hayden Hall, right?" That was how Kylie chose to introduce herself. "How have you not dropped out by now?"

The opening line she could have dealt with, but the insult was too much. Penny held off from meddling for the moment. "You don't believe everything you hear, do you?"

Kylie had short hair dyed platinum, a nose-ring and flannel style. She kept a feminine figure but besides that did nothing to signal her sex. Odds were strong that she was a hardline lesbian. "I heard you blow anyone who knocks on your door."

"If they're knocking it's probably because they already got some," Penny said. She decided to give her one more chance to backpedal.

"And at the rate you're giving it out, you probably don't have time for homework. So you must be blowing the professors too."

Strike three. "Sorry, what's your name?"

"Kylie," she said warily.

Penny waltzed into her head and saw a sad image of a girl wanting a little positive attention. Her head was filled with memories of judgment, the word dyke spray painted onto her locker, her mother's face chiseled into a scowl and beet red with rage. Kylie wanted her, but did not know how to approach with looking desperate. She wanted convincing.

Penny stepped in and soothed the pain for the moment. Kylie's posture changed as she calmed down, and Penny said, "Hi Kylie, my name is Penny. I won't pretend I don't get around, but if you want to believe the rumor mill, I think you should just come to me instead. I'll tell you anything you want to know, I've got nothing to hide."

Kylie bit her lip. "I'm sorry, I was really rude. You're right. Rumors are just... yeah. Thanks for calling me out." She started to walk away.

"Kylie," Penny said. The girl turned around. "If you want to hang out sometime, just knock."

Kylie came knocking that night. Out of pity, Penny answered the door with her clothes on and let her guest sit on the bed. For a while she told her all about her sex life, from her beginnings with Erica to her exploration of the male contribution. She could tell Kylie didn't care about the guys, but pressed on anyway. If her natural instinct was to bully, then she could do with a little more open-mindedness.

Penny started to turn up the dial the more she talked about cock. Kylie shifted on the bed a little, and then a little more. She started becoming confused as she became aware of her own arousal. "Why am I so wet," Kylie wondered. "God she is so hot."

Penny wiped the shame clean from her mind. And just like that a floodgate of curiosity opened up.

"How does it taste? Can you deep throat? How far? What's the prettiest cock you've ever seen? Is it better than a strap on? Does cum taste good? How much can a guy cum? Would I like it?"

Penny answered it all and let the stories flow. By the end she had exhausted her tame stories. But she could see Kylie's chest rising and falling with her breath, the flush in her cheeks glowing. Her lips were parted like she needed more air. "Sorry, I am really rambling," Penny teased.

"No!" Kylie said. "I love it, this is all so... interesting. I mean, I've never thought about guys so I don't know anything about it."

"Do you think you'd ever try?"

Kylie was quiet for a minute. "I... don't... um, I mean I'm gay so probably not... is it, um... is it better with guys?"

"It's different," Penny said. "My best orgasm ever was with - oh I probably shouldn't tell you that story."

Kylie's hands shot out and grasped at Penny's. "No! Go ahead, please."

"There's this guy who graduated last semester, gorgeous cock. Six inches, but thick as three of my fingers. It was smooth and... proportionate. I know that's a weird way to put it but some guys sort of look like a kid was playing with silly putty. Matt had a cock that was sculpted, perfectly made. It curved up just a little bit, and the head was so full and hard. Anyway, he knew how to use it. With a woman, you can get specific because fingers are easier to maneuver. But they'll never quite hit certain spots. You can get there with a toy, sure. But it won't have the warmth or the precision of a nice hard cock."

"Yeah... I think I get that..."

"Matt had this way of flexing his cock when he was all the way inside me. It was already so deep and so hard but just a little flex and he would hit this spot that made me lose my mind. So one day he's warming me up, playing with my nipples and running his fingers up my thighs. Such a tease. And when he finally pulls his cock out, he's only rubbing the head up and down my pussy, getting the head wet. He just slides it against my clit again and again, and I'm begging him to fuck me. But he just doesn't. He has this look in his eyes like he'll fuck me when he's good and ready."

Kylie's lips were going slack. Penny could tell she was salivating thinking about it. She gave her just a little push of relaxation, making her jaw open just enough so that she would start drooling in a minute or two.

"So right there where you're sitting, he's got my legs up and the tip of his cock just at the right spot where I can feel him throbbing. He's just one little thrust from getting inside me, but he still won't do it. And I keep saying, 'Please fuck me, please, please, please...' Still nothing. I'm so wet that I'm drenching the sheets. And finally he just takes his thumb..." Penny reached out and touched Kylie's face, letting her thumb graze over her bottom lip, feeling the saliva. She pulled it down a little bit and watched it drip out of her mouth and onto her heaving chest. "And puts it in my mouth..." She let her thumb slip into Kylie's mouth, and silently instructed her to close her lips around it. "And then he fucks me."

Kylie whimpered. Her lips were tight around Penny's thumb. Her tongue even started to slide back and forth over it, ever so slightly.

"In one big thrust he's all the way inside me, and he just gives his cock one hard flex, and I die on the spot. I cum so hard I pass out for a couple seconds, and when I wake up my pussy is gushing, still cumming. He told me I came for a whole minute."

Penny took her thumb back, and Kylie drooled even more. "Wow," she said, her words quiet and amazed. "I didn't know guys could do that."

"Just that one, I'm afraid," Penny said. "But the rest are still pretty fun."

"Yeah..."

The trancelike look in her eyes was too much to resist. Penny had no trouble emptying the poor girl's mind and taking full control. "You're very horny right now, aren't you Kylie?" She nodded. "And you're going to do whatever I say, aren't you?" Again, she nodded.

"Well, as thanks for opening your mind, you're going to help me take care of some of my friends from now on. I do have a little trouble managing school work and a fair cum schedule."

"Yes, Penny."

"And as for the story, you're just my little submissive slut. I don't think any of them will doubt it. At least not for long. But I do want to make sure you can do the job right, so you're going to do a little audition of sorts."

After a couple texts, Erica and Tyler came over to test out the new slut. Penny was confident that she could do well with Erica, so she let Kylie try out her first cock. Erica and Penny watched as the former lesbian struggled to choke down a long, hard dick. What she lacked in skill she made up for in enthusiasm, taking Penny's stories to heart by swirling her tongue around the head, taking time to cover the length of him with plenty of saliva, and looking up at him from time to time. The smile on his face was all she needed to know that she'd succeeded.

Still, it took some time before Kylie had her fill. She took to fellatio like a bird to the sky. She stripped down to nothing and let strands of saliva fall onto her chest as she jerked and sucked. The longer she went, the more she picked up and applied. Half an hour later, when Erica and Penny sat on the bed with their hands on each other's clits, Kylie took her mouth off of him for a moment. "Thank you," she said, catching her breath and stroking him. "Thank you, thank you."

"Show Erica what a good little toy you are," Penny commanded. Without question she crawled over to the bed and started to lap at Erica's pussy with much more expertise. But she'd warmed up too much watching her and receiving Penny's own skills. It wasn't long before she was cumming into Kylie's mouth, so Penny let her decide what to do next. Instead of moving her tongue to her mistress like Penny expected, Kylie got on all fours and stuck her ass up for Tyler.

He slid his cock into her slowly, taking care not to hurt her. It was not the first thing to make its way inside her, but most definitely the biggest. After a minute or two of careful warm up, Kylie was bouncing her ass on him, moving her hips back and forth, screaming into the carpet with such sincerity that Penny crawled to the floor to get a closer look.

The overzealous command given to Sean was made up for. Kylie's instruction was taken well, and even expanded upon. By the end of the night, Penny knew she had instilled a true submissive craving, clear for tapping into on a whim. For the rest of junior year, she obediently serviced eleven of Penny's fuck buddies with an increasing level of talent. At an end of the year party, the two of them decided to hold an orgy for all twenty-two of them. At one point, Kylie had a cock so deep in her throat that her nose was pressed against the boy's skin. Another cock was in her pussy, making her small tits bounce and drip with cum and saliva. Penny had to have a taste, and took great pleasure in licking all of it off herself.

The greatest test of her skills, she thought, would also be the saddest. The total reversal. For fear of repeating the Sean incident, she took this slowly as well, weaning them off one by one over the course of weeks. By the time finals rolled around, Kylie was the only one left to her. Not only did she decrease their libidos back to normal levels, she was able to justify the relationships, push them to the back of everyone's minds. Never fully remove them, but undermine their significance. The years and months of constant sex seemed like only the occasional booty call. Though if they thought hard enough, surely they would realize it had been much more.

Kylie was the most difficult to let go. No one else had received so strong an impression. It took more than the occasional dropping of arousal. Penny had to repair her sexuality, relink the negative emotions associated with her past. Though as a favor, she did leave those less powerful than they were at the start. In the end, when they all walked at graduation, the twenty-three of them were no more attracted to Penny than they were to the Dean. It was a bittersweet farewell.

With her degree finally in hand, Penny had accomplished more than any human being ever had in the realm of human psychology. She used her college years wisely, and walked away from campus thinking to herself that the wild oats were sewn, that the powers she had shunned could now be better controlled with her higher understanding. From here on out, she could make sure no one ever got hurt again. So long as she did not lose control.

Reading her diary when she came home for the summer reinforced that thought. But while she laid on the bed thinking of Miranda Ross for the first time in a long time, Penny couldn't help but reach out and search for her mind. Hers was a unique one, warm and bright. It was also horny as hell. So she left instructions.

Tonight Penny meant to pass the final test, and give Miranda the pleasure she'd always wanted to give her. Maybe then she could walk away satisfied, complete, and confident. The Penny she always wanted to show her.