My name is Erica. I live in a small rural town in the midwestern US. Things are pretty laid back here, and to be honest, things can become really weird.  Things like sex and stuff.  Especially when you discover you have the ability to control other people.

Not sure how it happened, but both my foster brother and I can make people do anything we want to a point. We can't make them rob a bank, steal a car, or hurt someone or themselves.  They say they would probably do what we can make them do anyway, but they never remember.  We can manipulate their bodies too.

Let me tell you more about myself.  I am seventeen and a senior in high school. I am a football cheerleader, so you can guess I am on the pretty side.  I am not a snob about my looks like some girls.  I have been told I have a pretty ass, and the guys like staring at my D breasts. Honestly, I always like it when they do. 

I have an extremely flexible athletic body. When I am not cheering on the football team, I run on the girls' track team as a distance runner.  I have long brown hair, which is usually braided, and I have hazel eyes.

By flexible, I mean I can contort myself into any position I want, including licking my own pussy. Better than a vibrator or dildo. I discovered that talent one day after a track meet. I was in the shower, bent over to pick up the soap I dropped, slipped, and found myself staring at my own pussy.

I untangled myself, went home, and tried it again. I was staring at my pussy with ease and no pain, so I decided to try and lick myself. Damn, that was easy too. 

One day, I decided to see what would happen if a guy on the track team saw me. I liked Jerry, who was also a distance runner on the male track team. When I spotted him alone, I bent over backwards in front of him. I slide under my own legs and back up again.  It took him all of three seconds to ask me out that night.

On this date, I found out about my other abilities. I was bound and determined to let him fuck me; I wore a really short skirt and a tight blouse. It worked because after dinner, he suggested we go to a popular hookup spot. On the way up there, I made sure my skirt slipped up my legs. By the time we got there, my panties were showing.

We weren't the only car there. I recognized most of the cars. Most of them had windows that were all fogged up.

He had a bottle of his parents' liquor. He asked if I wanted a sip.  I took the bottle and drank some. Almost choked, but the second, third, and fourth sips went down easier.

I was getting pretty buzzed when Jerry suggested we move to the back seat. I climbed over the front seat with my ass in his face and settled in. Jerry started kissing me. A few sips later, I thought, "Take off my blouse already." Jerry got this blank stare, and he started undoing my blouse. Another sip and my blouse was off.  I actually took off my bra as I thought, "Take off your shirt."

He stripped off his shirt. I took another swig and thought, "Suck on my nipples." He started sucking on my nipples. 

My brain said, "You are about to be fucked."

Jerry mumbled, "You are about to be fucked."

Even drunk, I was starting to realize he was doing and saying what my mind was telling him to do and say.

I placed my hand on his swollen cock. He looked at me with pleading puppy dog eyes, and I thought, "Tell me how badly you want to fuck me."

He groaned and smiled when I squeezed his cock and started stroking him through the bulge in his pants. He said, "Oh, Erica, I want to fuck you so bad."

I thought, "Go back to sucking my nipples."

Jerry went back to sucking on my nipples, and I thought, "Use your other hand, and slide it up my thigh under my skirt."  I took another swig and slowly spread my legs. Jerry smiled with a weird stare and slid his hand up my leg.

I smiled and thought, "With both hands, pull off my panties." He did exactly as I thought.

I was pretty much naked in the back seat of his daddy's car.  Then I thought, "Undo your pants."  This time, he took a swig off the bottle and undid his pants.

I didn't say a word as I slid my hand over his bare cock, taking him in my hand and going down on him. I wished he were bigger, but I was a bit surprised when I felt his cock grow in my mouth. I thought, "Take off your pants."

He managed to get his pants and underwear off before he came in my mouth.  I swallowed it all. I wiped what was on my chin, licked it off my finger, and took another swig from the bottle.  I hummed when I saw his cock was now three inches bigger.

Now our windows were all fogged up, and that made me giggle. I cuddled up next to Jerry and fiddled with his half-soft cock. I took his cock in my mouth and thought, "Get hard again." His cock got hard in my mouth.

I thought, "Eat my pussy and my ass." He pulled me down on the seat, lifted my legs and ass in the air, and started licking my ass and pussy. 

While he rimmed my ass, I thought, "Ask me if I like having my ass eaten and call me a slut."

He kept saying, "You like having your ass eaten, slut?"

Through the moans, I said, "Oh, fuck yes," and thought, "Smack my ass and tell me you're going to fuck my ass."

He smacked my ass a few times and said, "I am going to fuck this ass."

I was about to cum with his tongue in my ass.  When I did cum, I was sure others could hear me. The car shook as I orgasmed.

I thought, "Ok, time to fuck this slut's ass."

Jerry got on his knees and slapped his now sizable cock against my ass and pussy.  I bent my legs up and under my head. He laughed and said, "Get ready, slut. I am going to fuck your ass." He pushed the head of his cock against my rosebud and pushed.

I heard the pop as the head of his cock broke through my tight ass. In my drunken state, I never felt any pain. He looked at me with pure lust and pushed his cock deep inside my ass.

Not sure why, but I thought, "You're going to tell everyone what we did."

As he started humping my ass, he moaned, "I am going to tell everyone I fucked your ass."

That thought actually excited me, and I moaned, "OK, tell everyone you enjoyed fucking my ass."

I took another swig of the whiskey and told him to fuck my pussy and cum in me too.

He moaned back, saying, "I am going to cum in both your ass and pussy."

I groaned back, "Ohhh, fuck, do it." Then I said something. I wasn't sure why I said it, but I said, "Take me outside and fuck me over the hood of the car. Let everyone see your slut being fucked."  That did it. He came in my ass.

Surprisingly, I came too, and I wasn't quiet.  He was still hard when he pulled me outside. On my back on the hood of his car with my legs on his shoulders, he pushed into my pussy. Again, no pain. My hymen was torn by running track and masturbating. I thought, "Tell everyone how tight my pussy is and call me a slut whore."

He groaned loudly, "Your pussy is so tight."

I could hear the car doors open as he pounded my pussy on the hood of the car.  He was calling me a slut and a whore, and I responded by telling him I was his slut, though he was saying what I was telling him to say. I heard one of the guys say, "Not just his for long."

The girl started to say something, but I looked at her and thought, "Tell your boyfriend to fuck me when Jerry is done."

She looked at him and said, "Get her, Stud."

With everyone watching, I screamed out in ecstasy. My body shook as Jerry pushed past my orgasm, and I heard him grunt, "I am cumming, slut."

I felt every squirt hit my pussy walls.  As my body relaxed, I thought, "Make me suck you."

Jerry pulled out, grabbed my head, and forced me to the ground, and put his cock in my mouth. I eagerly licked him and me off his cock.  I was getting off on making him do what I wanted, and the people watching.

Jerry was pushed out of the way, and I found myself on the hood of the car, bent over on my belly. I felt another cock being pushed into me.  I heard a female voice say, "Put it to her, baby. Fill that slut with your baby makers."

One by one, I looked at a guy and thought, "Say, I am next."

One by one, I heard, "I am next."

Four guys later, all via my thoughts, Jerry helped my well-fucked wobbly ass back into the car.  I mumbled, "Say I made you a slut." I took another swig of whiskey.

Jerry laughed and said, "I made you a slut."

I mumbled, "You want to still fuck me. You want to eat my cum-filled pussy."

Jerry said, "I am going to eat your cum-filled ass and pussy."

I looked at him and said, "Say, 'I want to eat you now.'"

He stared at me and just said, "I want to eat you now."

I climbed into the backseat and said, "Come on, do it."

I took another swig as Jerry jumped into the back. With my ass in the air, he started licking up the mess between my legs."

Word spread. I was a cumslut and liked my ass fucked too.  Every time I was fucked after that, I made sure Jerry was close by to lick up the creampies. I really was a slut and enjoyed every second.  Loved making the guys fuck me and manipulating their bodies. Making their cocks bigger was easy.  Just a thought, and I watched it grow.

I had even more fun making the teachers grovel and making the snobby bitches spread their legs for all the nerds and geeks.

I thought I was alone with my abilities, but boy, was I wrong.

My mother (Cindy), who isn't really my actual mother, married a man named Todd with a son named Clyde when I was ten, and Clyde was twelve.  Todd was killed by a drunk driver when I was fifteen.  Cindy became Clyde's legal guardian, like she was to me. For some odd reason, we moved to where we live now; because of that, people thought we were siblings. Neither of us denied that assumption.

I always found it odd that Cindy didn't bother Clyde whenever he was in his room. She actually didn't bother either of us. I understood why she didn't bother me.  I told her not to.

What really fascinated me was seeing the girls Clyde had. Some of the prettiest and most prudish girls around. He'd lead the girl into his room, and they always had that same glazed-over look the guys I had all did.

Almost zombie-like. It was obvious by the stiff nipples and heavy breathing that they were ready for sex. I thought to myself, "Can he do what I can do?"

Every time, it didn't take long before the girl was groaning.  Single or married didn't bother him.  Honestly, I had more than a few married men in my room, too, but the girls entering Clyde's room were different. The longest it took between Clyde's door closing and the groaning was about twelve minutes.  That was a local nun.

The guys entering my room always took their time, and I made sure of that. I really liked that I could lick their cocks while they mindlessly fucked me.

One time, Clyde didn't completely close the door, and I got curious. I opened the door slightly and peeked in.  He had an older woman in his room. As I watched, she had a dazed look. She was breathing heavily, and I saw her hand between her legs. Eventually, Clyde told her to stand up and slowly strip for him. She did as he told her. 

As she stood there naked, Clyde smiled and said, "I think you are ready."

She replied in a dazed tone, "I am ready for you."

Clyde took her by her hand and put her against the wall. He completely stripped down. Fuck, his cock is big. He pretty much folded her up like a pretzel against the wall. He slipped his cock completely in her mouth.  He started to fuck her face as he rimmed her ass.

It was amazing to watch. How he managed to fuck her mouth and eat her with her ass in the air and her feet behind her head. Her hands were on his ass, urging him on while she looked stuck to the wall.

I knew this woman, and I would never consider this anywhere near normal for her.  After he was done feasting on her ass, he straddled her ass and fucked her pussy. She was still folded like a pretzel, moaning and begging him not to stop. He smiled and said, "Tell me to fuck your ass."

She moaned back, "Oh, fuck. Fuck my ass."

By now, I was digging in my pussy, trying hard not to make my own noises. After he was done with her, Clyde told her to get dressed and loudly say, "How much I have enjoyed our conversation," while she left. Amazingly, she did just that.  He was doing to her what I did to my 'dates.'

I knew she was a psychologist making a home visit to check on us kids.  She made a few more visits, and they all ended the same way, either in my bed with me or with her in his bed twisted up like a pretzel.

After that, Clyde left the door open. I guess I wasn't as quiet as I thought.  So fair is fair play.  I left my door open when I brought the guys home. Clyde would watch me get fucked, though my getting fucked wasn't the same as Clyde's girls.

My guys couldn't wait to tear off my clothes, but they did wait. I made sure they waited. Clyde's girls were just sex-crazed zombies. Well, maybe they were the same.

After watching him a few times, I wondered how he managed to stick them to the wall. I was pretty sure none of them was as flexible as me.

One day, he was in his room when Cindy came upstairs to pick up laundry.  Less than a minute later, I heard her moaning.  Fuck me if he didn't have Cindy naked, tied up like a pretzel, stuck to the wall, fucking her mouth and eating her ass. I knew she wasn't that flexible.

Not sure if I was mad or excited. My pussy was sure dripping while watching. He came in Cindy's mouth, and she told him, "Fuck me, Stud." Though I didn't actually hear him tell her what to say, I knew he had.

He straddled her pretzel body and slipped his cock in her pussy. She started moaning louder, begging him to fuck her harder, telling him how much bigger he was than his father and how much she loved his cock. She told him, "Why haven't we done this before?"

What really got me was her begging him to fuck her ass.  She had always said she didn't like anal. Now she is being ass fucked and telling Clyde she is loving it.

Like the others, Clyde told her to get dressed, take the laundry, and just leave.  She did just that, like she was never just fucked silly.  Cindy brought the laundry back, and it happened again. She barely entered Clyde's room when Cindy took on a dazed look and was stripping.

She got into the pretzel pose and waited. Cindy never closed the door, and Clyde didn't tell her to either.  This time Clyde didn't touch her.  He just let her stay as she was and stared at me.  It amazed me how she managed to get into that pose. 

Eventually, Clyde mounted her mouth and ate her ass.  Fuck, he was good at rimming Cindy and eating her pussy.  I started feeling compelled to try. 

He finished with Cindy while he looked at me.  I just smiled and closed my door.  The next day, I asked Cindy if she remembered what she had done yesterday.  She laughed and asked, "Other than laundry?"

I replied, "Yes, Cindy, other than laundry."

Her eyes went blank, and she replied, "Honestly, I had sex with a friend."

I damn near choked and said, "A friend."

She replied, "Yes, dear, a friend. I still have needs."

I just mumbled, "I know, Cindy. It doesn't bother me. You should feel free to bring men home. Get fucked anytime."

Cindy replied in a dazed tone, "OK, I will."

I just blinked and shook my head.  When Clyde entered the kitchen, I watched as Cindy started to undo her blouse. I looked at Clyde and back...