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Ahhh ... Life was good. I had bed companions every night from then on, James and Eric Sunday through Thursday, and two or three of my lesbian girlfriends on the weekends after swapping bodies with one of them.

Having access to a campus of college students to sponge off made it easy to complete my schoolwork, especially when I could control ten of their arms to write the answers in my handwriting. Once I had ironed out the wrinkles in forming those kinds of links, Eric and James appreciated my sharing that perk with them. We also went to bed with headaches three times a week from my copying of knowledge into our heads. I figured they should get something out of acting like my briefcases. We were still having to do the work, but the work was a lot easier doing it that way.

James’s and Eric’s weekends with Wally were having a very good effect on both of them. Eric was happy, James was happy, and Wally was always telling me how enjoyable it was for him to watch them make love. (Wally had a thing for watching teenage lovers.)

I especially liked how loving and incredibly patient James acted every Sunday night after coming back from Wally’s. And I hate saying it, but I was really enjoying having him as my bitch. Every day he seemed a little more feminine to me. The way he acted, the way he spoke to me, even the way his skin felt at night, it all felt increasingly female and submissive to me, and I was finding it all a bit ... pleasing to think he was doing it because of me.

And he only acted that way around me, and no one else. When he was with Eric or one of our housemates, he was the same old James as he always had been. But as soon as it was time to shower, James became my loving bitch, and after three weeks of feeling him fight his desire while showering, I rewarded his efforts by kissing him.

Eric seemed pleased when I started calling James by the pet names I usually only called girls. Like honey, sweetie, and darling. Oh, and one Sunday after he had come back from Wally’s, James melted in my arms when I walked up behind him, wrapped my arm around him and said, “Come ‘ere, baby. I missed you.”

Yeah, I guess I was getting a little carried away. But I kept our love play strictly to kissing and maybe a little fondling, and I could tell that even though he always wanted more, he was satisfied with just what I was giving him.

Lana and I became more and more efficient at running the link, so that by the end of the week we started adding people to it even though I wasn’t as strong as I would have liked to have been. But by the time we had four people in the link with us, I was starting to find my tired spells not as inconvenient as they first had been. I could hold the links together for a little over an hour, then would listen to their discussion afterward which always seemed to produce something productive.

In fact, I was beginning to wonder if I really needed twelve people in the link. We were making remarkable headway with only a total of six people (four plus me and Lana) that I was reluctant to add a seventh.

Oh, but when we did, we couldn’t wait to get an eighth and then a ninth, and before we knew it, we had fifteen people in the link, not twelve.

We decided that fifteen would be my limit, for even with the drink, I was absolutely wiped out after a single session. I couldn’t stay awake for the hour discussion period afterward I was so tired.

By the middle of February, it was obvious that I had become so dependent on Lana’s own gifts that I was handicapped without her. And that really was a problem since she could only work in the mornings.

Eric, James and I went home the weekend of Suzi’s birthday and Valentine’s Day. Suzi’s birthday was that Saturday and both Eric and I went to her birthday dinner while James stayed at Eric’s house, probably talking up a storm about how wonderful Wally was.

There was this unspoken agreement between Joey and me that until Suzi stopped wearing that makeup and dying her hair, we couldn’t get close to her again. I’m still not sure how that came about.

But we were both going to her birthday dinner. I had spent most of the afternoon with Joey, Brad and John catching up, and Brad and John came with us. Dinner was a little early as we had the Valentine’s dance at 7:00 that night.

Suzi’s birthday dinner wasn’t as awkward as mine had been. Dr. Cain had gotten involved and was having Joey and Suzi talk to each other in her presence once a week, but they both were keeping their distance otherwise. My mom wanted me to start having sessions with Dr. Cain over the phone starting that week.

Eric was the reason it wasn’t awkward. Not only had he brought his most upbeat and almost childlike enthusiasm that Suzi and I both loved, but he also kept Suzi busy by sharing the things he and James had done telepathically.

Joey was friendly and acted like nothing weird was going on between us, but I caught moments of pure jealousy coming from him whenever Eric included me in some part of the conversation he was having with Suzi or the twins. But Eric was the life of the party and I was in too good of a mood from the lesbian sex I had before I had left to let Joey’s issues get to me.

When it was time to leave for the dance, everyone going did the picture thing in front of the restaurant before we all climbed into the large limo. Brad was taking Suzi, John and Joey were taking the twins, and I was taking Sheryl who had been picked up by the limo. Eric wasn’t going to the dance and was dropped off at his home by Suzi’s parents.

While we had fun at the dance, I was back to feeling awkward around Suzi and now Joey. Joey was trying really hard not to let his jealous feelings and worries spoil the dance. It was obvious he was regretting not going with me to Southeast State and while we were heading to drop off Suzi, Brad and John after the dance, Joey was suggesting he could come down for a week or two if that would help me finish up faster. The guys wanted me back by the end of the month so that I could try out for baseball with them.

With all three of them pushing it, I finally had to say, “No.”

Joey asked, “No what?”

“I’m not going to be able to come back by the end of the month. I’ve barely scratched the surface of what I’m trying to accomplish, and adding you in at this point would just slow us down. I have some of the brightest minds at the university helping me. I just don’t see where you would fit into that.”

“But Eric and his ... friend do?”

“They’re not part of the links. I’m storing what I learn inside their heads until I can make sense of it. I’m sorry, guys. I’m not going get to play baseball this year.”

Brad said, “Man, we really could use you. We need more pitchers.”

I said, “I’m sorry. I’ve invested too much money and effort to stop before I have everything I need out of this. I’m not even sure I’ll be back before the end of the school year.”

Joey said angrily, “You said the end of March at the latest.”

I said patiently, “That was a guess. I won’t be able to continue it after the semester ends in May. That’s the absolute latest. Look, don’t worry about it right now. I’m just getting to the point where I can make some real progress. It might go pretty quick once we can work on it all day. The end of March is still very possible. Eric and James have to come back then anyway no matter what happens. I’ll have to have someone else come down with me to take their place a couple weeks before then.”

Sheryl immediately said, “I’ll do it.”

I grinned and said, “I thought you might.”

Brad groaned, “Man, if it wasn’t for baseball...”

After dropping Suzi, Brad and John off, Joey asked, “Where are you sleeping tonight?”

“Marlfield. Sheryl’s coming with me and the twins to spend the night.”

Joey only let his shock show on his face a moment before putting a fake smile on for Sheryl’s sake and said, “Lucky you.”

Sheryl turned to me and thought,

I said aloud, “If Joey came with us, we’d end up fucking each other and the twins too. We’re trying to give each other some space.”

Joey said, “I think we’ve had enough space already. Tim, I really miss you. If I didn’t have Brad and John to lean on, I would have lost it by now.”

I said without looking at him, “I miss you too. But I need to finish this. You’ll just be a distraction.”

“And Eric isn’t?”

“No, he isn’t.”

“So, you’re not fucking them every night?”

I looked at him and said angrily, “For your information, the only fucking I’ve been doing down there has been with college women, and most of them are lesbians.”

Sheryl exclaimed, “Lesbians? How are you fucking lesbians?”

I looked at her and said with a grin, “I swap bodies with one of them and have lesbian sex. We have an orgy every weekend. I’m going to have to take another case of drink back with me. Maybe you come down one weekend and...”

“Tim, I am not going lesbian.”

“I was going to say, I’d swap with you and let you fuck them with my cock.”

Sheryl eyes sparkled with interest, but then Joey said, “What about me? And maybe Brad and John?”

I shrugged and said, “I don’t know. It’s a trust thing. Unless you’re living down there with us for a few weeks, I doubt they’d feel comfortable with anyone else joining in.”

“You don’t want us to come visit?”

“I didn’t say that. You guys can come and check things out over a weekend. We have plenty of room.”

Sheryl said, “If I didn’t work on the weekends, I might have already come down and visited you.”

I nodded, then looked at Joey and said, “Seriously. Come down. We can show the guys what it’s like living on campus and go to a keg party or something.”

Joey let a small grin spread into his lips before he said, “At the Eta house?”

I shrugged and said, “The Eta house isn’t that special down there. There are several frats bigger than the Gamma Alpha Eta chapter. I’ll find out when the next kegger is planned and let you know.”

Sheryl at that point made me promise to help her get off work whatever weekend we do the keg party so she could tag along, promising Joey a threesome while we were there. I also promised them both that if I was still down there for Oakley’s spring break in April, I’d take the week off and either come home or everyone could come down. That’s when Joey told me how he had planned on taking John and Brad out to Central State for a few days that week.

I wondered why Sheryl and Joey didn’t hook up while I had been gone, but I didn’t ask while Joey was with us. The twins at that point decided we were fucking before dropping Joey off, so we headed to the apartment we rented so I could go to school in Oakley and did it properly in a bed while Sheryl watched TV.

It was nearly one in the morning by the time the four of us made it back to Marlfield. Sheryl hadn’t been there before, but she was too wound up to care for the tour. I cracked open a bottle of drink and fucked the shit out of her.

Not literally. We used the enema nozzle on her first, and I used my invisible cock on her as much if not more than my real one. Between orgasms, Sheryl told me she had hooked up with Joey a couple of times since we had gotten back, but it was Joey who seemed disinterested in doing anything more. And Sheryl admitted what she really wanted the most was two on one action. We spent another hour trying out different positions while using my invisible cock to recreate the two on one feel.

The twins woke me up in their usual manner Sunday morning after letting me sleep in. Sheryl enjoyed eating breakfast in the nude with us, then we went for a swim down in the beach pool where I gave all three girls some gentle loving. I also gave Sheryl a taste of a bodyswap and teamed up with her to pleasure my sisters.

After eating lunch with my parents in the study, I said my goodbyes and took Sheryl home then surprised Joey by coming over to his house.

“Hey,” Joey said at the door, his voice betraying his delight despite his neutral expression. “I didn’t think I’d see you again before you went back.”

Instead of answering him, I just walked up to him and gave him a hug. Joey’s arms held me tightly to him as he carefully moved us out of the doorway and closed the door. He relaxed his grip slightly as he closed his eyes and his breathing changed to deeper breaths of relief he exhaled through his mouth.

Once I felt the tension from being apart so long relax, I said, “I’m sorry if you feel I’m avoiding you. I’m not. I’m just trying to stay focused. If you came down, I’d be distracted by wanting to go and double-teaming half the sorority girls together or some shit like that.”

Joey said softly, “I feel like I’ve let you down. If I had just gone with you, I’m sure the two of us could have gotten further than you are now. You might have been able to finish in time to try out for baseball.”

I sighed and said, “Joey, you were right to not want to come. It wasn’t fair of me. Now that I’ve had time to get used to this symbolic sight ... Well, to be honest, I really should have waited. Just having the sight is a huge advantage. But like I said last night, I’ve spent too much money and put too much time into it now to stop.”

Joey hesitated before he asked, “Do you really miss me? Like, while you’re working?”

I groaned, “Joey, I miss both of you. All the time. It’s what forces me to focus on getting what I’m trying to do done. If I don’t focus on that, I get depressed. And before you ask, both Eric and James sleep with me in my bed. But if they didn’t, I’d lay awake missing you and Suz.”

Then in a whisper, “Especially you, lover.”

As Joey teared up, his emotions started to trigger my corruptovision. I closed my eyes and tried to will it away, but closing my eyes only focused my empathic senses on my other senses. I almost instantly felt the rat lying quietly in his mind, not having to do much at the moment besides denying him access to specific memories.

But I had expected that to happen and had been prepared. As my cloak persona spent the next hour hanging out with Joey, I was trapped inside myself, cringing at every touch, shuddering at every glance in his eyes, and almost cut myself off from my senses altogether when we ended up sixty-nining on his bed before I had to leave.

When I arrived at Eric’s house, the moment Eric saw me, he knew something was wrong. I barely had time to get out of the car before Eric had his arms wrapped around me.

After giving me a supportive hug, Eric sniffed my shirt suspiciously and said, “I smell cock. Did you and Joey?...”

I thought to him,

After changing shirts, I ended up having to wash my face too before Eric declared it was safe for me to give James a hug.

James was pretty chipper once I have him a hug and peck on the lips. We made our goodbyes, James patiently sitting in the car waiting on us for several minutes before Eric finished giving everyone hugs.

It took most of the week for Lana to basically make herself obsolete in the link. And when she realized she was no more use to me, she managed to hold back her tears while she gave her notice she was quitting the team Friday.

That sucked. I was unable to concentrate for two days after she stopped showing up. I really had grown to like her, perhaps more than just liking her, I wasn’t sure. She was special, that’s all. I had let something special go, and that was hard to get over at first.

But once I was independent of Lana, I really started making headway in my own research for a couple of weeks. We had learned a lot about the streams of symbols normal people had. Everyone had specific streams serving a specific purpose that intersected each other, often merging briefly before separating again. We had spent a considerable amount of time identifying what each stream did, and by the end of February, I was proficient in picking the different streams out within strangers’ minds I had never seen before.

But my goal was to protect myself from other telepaths, and I knew darn well that they had much more complex streams because I would sometimes watch Vern and Ollie playing with their girls.

Every person had a different configuration of streams spinning around their minds. I found the trick was not looking at the streams as a whole, but like a river with groups of different kinds of boats floating down it. I basically looked for a certain cluster of symbols that represented some function or characteristic of the person’s mind. Inserting a certain symbol in a certain cluster within a particular set of streams would alter what that person believes, desires, etc. But things like telepathic shields, rats, heck even probes were a complete mystery to me because I couldn’t really watch how they were formed within my own mind. And thus the problem.

I don’t know what I would have done without Wally’s help. Not only had he literally saved James and Eric from their own lust, but he also convinced Sarah to allow Janice and a new girl named Bridget to assist me by being my telepathic guinea pigs.

The night that Janice got there, she insisted on a rematch in the mud ring. I think she and Lindsey had been practicing ever since Joey and I defeated them at the party, for even though Lindsey stayed out of the ring, Janice had me pinned in less than a minute.

Laying on top of me without any indication of letting me go, Janice said, “You know, I knew there was something different about you the first time I saw you.”

She was a rather heavy-set young woman, and since we had both preferred to wrestle nude, her weight only made the feel of her mud slickened body on top of me even more erotic.

Struggling to get a hand free so I could use it to feel her body up and down, I asked, “Yeah? How so?”

“You were so sure of yourself, but you weren’t arrogant, just playful. You moved like a snake, but you didn’t bite. I like that in a snake,” she said, putting her mouth an inch from mine. “Especially snakes with soft lips.”

I raised my head up to close the gap, but instead of kissing her, I gently nibbled her lower lip and said, “SSSSSnakesssss alsssssso have very long tonguesssss,” and inserted my tongue inside her mouth.

While I was exchanging spit with Janice, I reached a conclusion that has held true for the hundreds of telepaths I have met in my life since that day. Most telepaths have their specialties and their weak areas of the multiple applications of telepathy. That’s to be expected since everyone is different and no one shares the same form of imaginative creativity. Only five percent of the telepaths I have personally met have explored as many of the different uses of telepathy that I had back then. This really isn’t as significant as you might expect since a lot of those were purely ... entertaining rather than useful.

Janice was one of those who had only explored and applied her abilities in altering other persons to suit her needs. In fact, except for Stan’s illusionary abilities, that was pretty much what all of the members of the Harrison group had focused upon: creating better controls for inserting into the minds of others while minimizing the chance of being detected. So Janice was taken completely surprised to find my tongue was able to go deeper into her throat than anyone else’s ever had, never imagining one could directly manipulate another’s senses rather than their mind.

Having a longer tongue while Frenching wasn’t that erotic, however. You couldn’t send it down their throat or they’d choke, and sending it up into their nasal cavity was just startling, and unless they had a thing for someone tasting their boogers from the inside, it wasn’t stimulating. But the longer tongue was pretty fun when used in more southern locations.

I finally managed to get a hand free as she struggled to stay on top of me in the slippery mud, and immediately began using my magic touch on her amply padded back.

She was so easy to subdue that there almost wasn’t any challenge in it. I had my other hand free within a minute, then used both of my hands to play melodies of lust and pleasure up and down her back’s nervous system. Once her mouth had become too busy with her gasps and groans to continue any of our deep tonguing, I manipulated the pleasure my fingers were providing to get her to slide down where her head was on my chest.

Janice as so pliable in my hands of sexual pleasure that I knew I could make her practically do anything I wanted without her ever raising a hint of resistance. But at the time, I was enjoying the feel of her weight on top of me too much to do anything else, especially the soft and slippery feel of her muddy stomach against my hard dick.

While I was taking Janice up and down the arousal roller coaster I had her on, I noticed Lindsey patiently watching us, somewhat concerned about what I was doing to Janice while also getting turned on by her best friend’s moans. I felt sorry for her for a moment, knowing how little control she had over her own life anymore, and probably would never have again.

I thought about switching things around, but for the time being, I needed Janice, and I didn’t want to betray her in the first place. After a few moments of consideration, I left Lindsey alone to begin having my dick emit its magic touch.

“Noo...” Janice moaned, surprisingly drawing on some inner strength that I hadn’t realized had been there.

I turned down my magic touch and asked, “What’s the matter, Janice?”

“Mmmm ... I can’t go all the way with you,” she said with some difficulty. “I promised...”

“You promised who?” I asked.

“Me,” she said, regaining her senses. “I didn’t mean to lead you on, but I don’t want to go that far with anyone yet.”

“What about all those guys ... Oh. I guess you don’t always have to have sex with your slaves, do you.”

“I like making out and things like that,” Janice admitted. “But it’s Lindsey who likes having sex with the guys I bring home to serve us. She gets in these moods that if she doesn’t get to fuck someone, she gets crabby. Would you like her to fuck you?”

“You want me to fuck her, don’t you? Ahhh,” I said, instantly feeling how true that was.

In a sing-song teasing voice, I said, “Janice gets off watching her girlfriend getting laid ... Janice gets off watching Lindsey get fucked...”

“Shut up!” she said with a nervous tone to her voice.

Feeling her concern over revealing her fetish, I began soothing her with my magic touch, and soon she was completely limp and motionless on top of me as I continued luring her into a deep thoughtless sleep.

Once I was sure Janice was out cold, I began scanning Lindsey’s mind to see all that Janice had done to her. While Janice had been speaking the truth concerning Lindsey initiating the sex she had with the first few dozen or so slaves Janice had taken, she no longer had the choice. Apparently, Lindsey didn’t like Janice watching her as she screwed the slaves, but after catching Janice hiding in a closet watching her, Janice had used her abilities on Lindsey for the first time to change that.

As time went on, Janice “corrected” Lindsey’s personality little by little, quickly getting used to the notion of using her abilities on her best friend to iron out all the little difficulties a normal friendship would have. But as a consequence, Lindsey had become nothing more than Janice’s top slave, and only wished to make Janice happy no matter what she had to do. My mom’s own progression to her corruption had been very similar, only in her case, it was with the boys she fancied while she became increasingly used to her first boyfriend’s unlimited love.

I turned my attention to Janice’s unshielded mind and immediately found how dependent she was on Lindsey to satisfy both their sexual needs. Without touching herself or making any conscious attempts to form a two-way, Janice would orgasm when Lindsey did, but only if she got to watch the whole fuck.

I recognized some of the signs of having a two-way with another, mostly being the considerable strength of her desire to experience the stronger than average orgasms again. At times, Janice would swear she could feel the cock sliding in and out of her own wet cunt but had always considered it to be just her imagination.

Ideas began popping into my head, most of which were based on the knowledge of how addicting two-ways were to both telepath and non-telepaths. I made several inquiries to both their minds and formulated a plan which I hoped would free Lindsey from Janice’s direct control without making Janice angry with me.

When Janice awoke to feel my cock sliding into her slippery cunt, she nearly broke her neck as she jerked herself up to a sitting position too fast.

“What’s ... going on?” she said, laying back down as I began to pump.

“Janice ... mmmm...” Lindsey said, feeling a hand rub her second crotch.

I sped up my humping of Lindsey’s well-lubed pussy, grinning as the two women began losing themselves in their arousal from the pleasure of their combined senses. When Janice began instinctively meeting my humps with her own, I began pressing my invisible dick against her entrance as it went up and down in the air.

Feeling the sensations of two pricks fucking their dual pussies, Lindsey and Janice began their first joint orgasm that I didn’t share in. I wanted to make them cum together at least twice before experiencing my own orgasm into the mix so they would both be good and addicted to having sex that way.

When Janice suddenly rolled over onto her stomach, my simulated cock momentarily disappeared from inside her desperate cunt. Her change in position had caused me to lose my concentration, but I quickly reformed it and struggled to get in synch with her desperate humps.

Something wasn’t working right, for Janice seemed to be fighting my attempts to get her in sync with Lindsey’s own humps. But then I realized what she was trying to do and started to alternate my invisible thrusts with my real ones.

Janice’s and my asses rose and fell at the same time like two oil rigs pumping for the same oil. Once I got used to it, I was able to start working up to the orgasm I had been delaying all too long. I missed my chance when the women came the second time, but I quickly manipulated their senses where they were ready for a third in another five minutes.

As my first stream filled the condom tip’s reservoir, Lindsey and Janice went stiff with another orgasm. I barely noticed the way their gasps and grunts were timed the same, and once my own orgasm reached its conclusion, I pulled my dicks out and laid down on my back to wait for their reactions, making sure my real dick stayed standing straight up.

It took nearly twenty minutes before Janice had experienced enough of Lindsey’s patient, submissive, and enslaved thoughts to start undoing some of the most significant changes she had made. I was glad to see Janice was still humble enough that experiencing the thoughts of her altered best friend was uncomfortable to her. Some would probably have enjoyed how sickeningly dedicated their enslaved friend was to do whatever they could to please them.

Once Janice had restored enough of the real Lindsey that Lindsey started to think for herself once more, Janice started ripping her commands out as fast as she could, nearly breaking down in tears from regret and fear of losing her best friend.

But that’s the thing about two-ways. Even though it’s not an empathic link, the other’s thoughts carry the emotional mood just like our voices do. Lindsey was understandably very upset with what Janice had done to her, but she couldn’t ignore Janice’s emotional thoughts and was trying to understand why she felt so excited.

Once I saw they weren’t interested in me or my dick anymore, I let my hardon go down with a sigh, then informed them I was closing the link. They left separately, silent and unhappy, but I knew they would both be back to feel their joint orgasms again.

It only took two days before Janice, then Lindsey started making me offers to experience it with someone else. But I made it clear to both of them I would only do it to the two of them and not anyone else they found.

Janice gave me blowjobs and even offered her virginity to me once, and I seriously thought about doing it if instead I got to fuck her ass.

That spurred a night of self-inspection from realizing how arousing anal sex had become to me. I concluded the reason was the drugs Steven had used on me combined with all that time Melissa had denied having anal sex with me had conditioned me that way. It was either that or I inherited it from my parents.

A couple of days later, Lindsey actually seduced me out of my clothes and was working my cock into her pussy before making the demand that I had a two-way with her or she’d stop and leave. OH I WAS PISSED! I nearly forced her to do it but ended up only making the threat that when she did finally said yes to my terms, I would make sure she never teased another guy like that again.