Path to Darkness
By Somebody You Don’t Know
Chapter 1: The Mind Opens
My name is Ryan, a former stereotypical high school nerd, 5′6″ tall, skinny with ill-kept brown hair and blue eyes. I have spent a lot of time over the past several years trying to figure out just who the hell I am, and how I became able to do what I can do. I may be able to find out if I spent the time to research it, read books, or even have somebody do it for me. Truth is though, I’m not sure I want to know the source of these powers. I’m not sure when it started exactly, though the first time that I clearly and definitively used my powers was as a junior in high school. I had noticed that recently most people began acting nicer to me than usual before that. When I got in trouble for fighting in elementary and high school, the principle always treated me better than whomever it was I had gotten into the fight with. So one could say as early as second grade these abilities began to manifest themselves as an unusually high charisma and believability. My mother also always favored me over my sister Kate; I never did too much at home to worry about, I was always more interested in gaming and reading. I say my abilities began to manifest in high school because everything began to change after my accident.
Upon reading about the things I have done and continue to do without second thought, it may surprise you to learn that I used to be a good person. I even used to do charity work so that I could both help people and add to my college applications. Seemed like a win-win situation, and that’s where this all began. I had volunteered to do work for a housing program for single mothers who found themselves in dire straights. In the particular case I was working on at the time, a 22 year-old woman named Stacy had been abandoned by her boyfriend shortly after making her pregnant. He was one of those prehistoric-thinking assholes that you see on daytime talk shows threatening to walk out if the child turned out to be a girl. Well, he insisted on getting an ultrasound, and unfortunately for Stacy it had turned out to be a daughter in her belly. A letter writing campaign to the city had allowed her to receive a one year stay on all property taxes, as well as donations from private donors equating enough money to pay for most of the first year’s utility bills.
While working on the house, I had removed my hardhat during lunch but realized when I got to my car that I had left my thermos back on site. Running into the house to get it, I ran up to the second floor where I last remembered having it, and on my way up, I slipped on a board that hadn’t been nailed down yet. I remember falling backward and a crashing sensation on the back of my head after that, but nothing until waking up in the hospital.
I woke up, as anyone would expect, with a massive headache and cloudy vision. I don’t remember much from that time, and wouldn’t know how long I was there had I not had been told. Apparently I had been out for five days, and the only thing I can remember clearly from the first couple was when I woke up confused, I saw my mother sitting on a chair next to the bed reading a book. Trying to ask her what happened, my mouth didn’t seem to want to work yet, and could only speak in the form of an incoherent groan. It was enough for my mother to hear though, when she looked in my directions and made eye contact, she immediately dropped her book and ran over to hug me with tears in her eyes. This of course was enough to make her start screaming. “He’s awake! Doctor, my son’s eyes are open!” A couple of days later the doctor had certified me to not be in any immediate danger, free on concussions, no broken bones or permanent impairments as far as they could tell, so our family’s HMO starting pushing for me to be sent home, and the doctors obliged them.
Upon leaving the hospital and arriving home is when I noticed things were a bit different. I decided I wanted to watch some television in my room and try to get life back to normal for a little bit. When I began watching I found that the old shows I used to like didn’t interest me in the slightest anymore. The only shows that still held any attention for me at all were the ones that showed a good amount of women wearing tight or little clothing. I found myself feeling incredibly horny now and didn’t think much of it as I realized it had been over a week since the last time I got off. The cable porn had been blocked and I tried to think of a way to unload. Hearing, a noise I went to look outside and saw my neighbor’s daughter and sister’s friend Whitney was lounging in her backyard in a yellow string bikini sunbathing.
Whitney was definitely something special. I didn’t have many friends, but I occasionally joked that no one truly knows how hard it is to be a geek until you live next door to the hottest girl in the state. She was an intelligent and warm cheerleader in high school who was able to earn a cheerleading scholarship to the state university. She was around 5′ 10″, with what looked like at least C-cup breasts. Her eyes were deep blue, were perfectly framed by her long blond hair. Her skin had a faint tan, which was just the way I liked it. Seeing her lying there, I began remembering the number of times I’ve fantasized about seeing here naked and couldn’t help but imagine her laying on my bad with her bare ass up in the air begging me to fuck her. I stood and thought about and as I started thinking about going into a fantasy world with her in it to relieve the pressure I was feeling in my groin, she walked into her house.
“Damn” I said as she closed the door. I suddenly felt the need to use the bathroom and left the window, wandering down the hall grateful no one was home to see my erection, which was standing tall in my pants. I heard the front door open and footsteps on the stairs as I as I walked into the bathroom and assumed that it was my mom or sister coming in to check on me, but didn’t want to drive attention to myself until I gave my hard on a chance to settle down so I didn’t say anything. After taking a long time washing my hand and allowing myself to calm down, I walked back to me room and to an amazing sight.
Whitney herself, the object of my greatest lust, was on my bed just as I had fantasized about. Her bikini bottoms were on the floor and her butt was staring straight at me. Her cheek was on my pillow with her face looking back at me. One hand was massaging her breasts through her bikini, as the other hand was reaching back to open her lips to show the rapidly moistening lips. I actually was so surprised and turned on so quickly that I almost fainted at the sight. As she saw me walk in she smiled widely.
“Hey big boy, wanna fuck me?”
I stood there dumbfounded, convinced that this couldn’t be happening. I tried to say something but I couldn’t seem to get my brain or mouth to function properly.
She continued to spread the lips of her vagina, but now she had begun sticking her middle finger in and out of her hole with a dirty grin. “See, you just need to do that with your beautiful member. Or was I wrong to think you wanted me? You do want me, don’t you?” As she said this the expression on her face turned into a sensual pout and she began to wiggle her butt side to side. At that, I couldn’t contain myself anymore. I suddenly couldn’t get my jeans off fast enough and almost tripped myself in my rush to undressed. After getting undressed I walked up behind her and inserted my penis into her without a thought. As soon as I entered her, she moaned loudly. I hadn’t even started and she seemed near orgasm.
“Oh my God, you feel so good in me. Screw me, hard. I need you to cum all over me!” I was stunned at that, but not stunned enough to stop pumping as hard as I could. When did she become this dirty? The thought only lasted a couple of seconds though as I began to feel about to explode, I felt a need to slow down and make this last longer. After a week plus of pent up frustration, I didn’t think I could last very long and tried to slow down, but my body wasn’t listening to my brain. I pulled out at the last possible second and came all over Whitney’s beautiful ass, coming harder than I have ever cum before my legs buckled and I slumped to the floor. She screamed loud and buried her head in my pillow to stifle the noise as she climaxed as well.
I just stared at Whitney as she lied down on the bed with a satisfied smile on her face. I tried to figure out how this came about, not even considering the notion that it happened simply because I had fantasized about it. That kind of crap only happened in Internet stories. Of course the more I watched Whitney lying almost nude on my bed I began to fantasize more vibrantly than ever. Suddenly my eyes were transfixed on her lips. I desperately, intensely wanted to kiss her. I started to feel myself getting hard again as I thought about the feel of those lips that I had envisioned on mine countless times in the past. No sooner had the vision clearly manifested itself in my mind than Whitney rolled out of bed and landed on all fours. She turned around and faced me with a large smile on her face. “Thanks for the sugar sweetie, I needed that.” She grinned and giggled a little bit as she pressed her lips to mine. I could feel the heat from her breath and her mouth open as her tongue sought entry into my mouth. I gladly obliged and seen we were lying on the floor together, lip-locked and moaning. I continued to kiss her until I had to actually had to pull away in order to take a breath. After a second, I sought her lips and reciprocated her advance from a couple minutes ago. Kissing her, I began to feel her breasts and noticed that her bikini top was still on. Wrapping my arms around her I untied it and began to maul those magnificent perky tits I had wanted for so long.
It take very much time of this before I was ready to go again and as I sucked on those magnificent lips, couldn’t help but think of how wonderful they’d feel wrapped around my cock. I had thought about it for only a few seconds before Whitney let my lips go and began kissing and licking down my chin to my neck. She sensually rubbed her head and chin along my chest as she sank down lower and began looked dreamily in my eyes as she picked her chin off of my stomach and lifted it until her mouth was hanging right above my cock. She stared at it with a look of hunger and desire, and then kissed it lightly before taking it into her mouth. This felt incredible, as she closed her lips tightly around the head and began tonguing the tip. I suddenly felt an urge to not let her be the only one with an active mouth and had a craving to taste her juices as well. Again before I even had to say anything, as if in response to my thoughts, her knees began to crawl closer to me as she still dutifully continued to lick and suck on me.
With a little movement, Whitney’s beautiful pussy was hanging right above my face. I wanted to plunge into it, but couldn’t. I wanted to take the time to make sure I remembered it exactly the way it was to ensure that I could remember everything about this moment and the pussy I had dreamed of entering since I became aware of women. I needed to remember the sight, the smell, and the sounds of Whitney as she moaned in delight on my cock. I chuckled, sight, smell, and sound remembered; now it was time for touch and taste. I had never given head before and clumsily plunged my tongue into her crevice and began thrusting in and out as hard and fast as I could. When I started I felt the lips around my erection get even tighter for a second followed by the quickening of the bobbing up and down of the lips that surrounded it. I moved my chin up and pulled her ass down so I could reach her clit with my tongue and flick it. I tried anything I could think of to get her off and make her climax, and we were both rewarded for my efforts. As I began sucking on and rubbing her clit with my wet tongue she finally screamed again in pleasure as her tightening and convulsing head caused me to unload again, this time in her mouth.
She rolled over after I finished, swallowing most of my juices and allowing some to roll down the side of her cheek. “That...was...great.” I said in between labored breaths as I laid on my back with what I can only imagine was an extremely wide smile on my face. I looked down to see Whitney looking back at me with an equally happy look. Apparently we must have been rather distracted with each other as neither of us heard the door open or the feet coming up the stairs. I wasn’t aware we weren’t alone anymore until I heard my sister’s voice from the hallway coming towards us.
“Hey Ryan, Mom asked me to come home early and make sure...you...were...alright.”
I looked up to see Kate staring at Whitney and me; both of us were sweaty, naked, and our faces were covered in the others sexual juices.
The thought of covering myself occurred to me at that point, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it, as something about this moment seemed perfect to me. “Hey, can you stop staring and either leave or shut the door so we can have some privacy?”
“Sure.” Awkwardly she closed the door and let us get dressed.