The Lewd Secret Keeper

Episode 1

Tom had just begun his teaching career at a middle school near his home town. His ability to anticipate events was a gift that he had been nurturing for years. It started out in high school when he could almost to the minute know what time it was. He could wake up in the middle of the night and tell himself it was 2:34 a.m. and time and time again he would be right regardless of how long he had slept.

He was always good at predicting what would be on exams in college and slowly he realized . . . while student teaching . . . that he could almost get inside student’s heads and foresee not only what they were about to say, but also what they were thinking. As he was about to complete his pre-teaching experience, he decided to tune into various student’s minds and soon learned he had the uncanny ability to tell whether they were telling the truth or not.



Then he began to focus on others sexual feelings. Teenage boys and girls were really easy to read. There was nothing easy going about their sex thoughts. Older people often had warmer sexual thoughts. Teens thoughts were usually harsher, hot, uncontrollably lewd and very passionate. He graduated with a very high GPA and immediately got a job teaching science and with it . . . a part time counseling position. Soon he began to use his extra sense to his own selfish advantage.

Tom was also horny as hell most of the time, especially around boys and girls at the middle school level. As his principal described his schedule to him, he realized he would mainly have 8th graders and then in the afternoon, act as a crisis counselor and right hand man to his boss. As he listened to Mr. Johnson, he attempted to get into his mind and soon he saw his past behavior with girls in particular, which in some cases involved spanking . . . but not with a paddle, but with his bare hand on their equally bare asses. This excited him and realized they might make a great team.



He was allowed to just walk the halls the first week of school and he occasionally got to visit young girl’s minds to see what they were thinking. Amy quickly got his attention, not only for her long blonde hair and budding body, but also since she seemed to be in a constant state of sexual need. She would look at boys when they weren’t looking and go nuts inside her head. She looked at Tom quite often and he could sense her raping him in her mind. It made him smile and eager to begin part 2 of his plan.

One day when she was alone and by her lockers, he thought up a simple plan to initiate a conversation and maybe more. He walked by her and bumped her arm and shoulder, causing her books to drop.

“Sorry, Amy. Let me help you,” he apologized.

He bent down and assisted her in gathering her books and papers. He reached for one book near her far leg and it caused his arm to rub her breasts. He felt her almost faint from the sensation. She froze and her whole mind was focused on her breast. He drew the book up slowly and kept his arm rubbing her breast the entire time. When the back of his hand ran across her breast, he paused. He looked her in the eye and whispered to her, “You like me touching your tittie and wish I was squeezing it, right now.” He almost scared himself having said it out loud, but decided to see her reaction.

She unfroze and sputtered “No…uh…just what…”.

“Shhhh. I know. It’s alright. I understand. Come to my room after school and we will talk about what just happened and share what we should do about it.”

Tom handed her the book, stood up, and walked away. He was taking great pleasure in his victory. In fact, he was still reading her . . . even as he walked away. That was a first. Normally he had to be looking at the person. What else could he ‘do’ with this extra sense he wondered? He rounded the corner and went to his room to make some preparations.

An hour later, the bell rang and he began to wonder whether he had misread her. No. He ‘knew’ she would be there. He waited for 20 minutes and he almost left, but saw her come around the corner only a few feet away from his room. He reached out with his mind and ‘read’ her going through all sorts of emotions. She was scared, eager, kind of angry, yet overall, she was just plain . . . horny. In fact, she was one huge bundle of sexual energy that he wanted to tame. Being in that condition, he really wished she would hurry and enter the room. Then he had an idea. Maybe he could ‘push’ his thoughts to her and make her obey.

‘Hurry up. Come to me quickly,’ he reflected. As he pushed that thought, she picked up her pace and walked in a hurry towards his room. That was exciting for him . . . but it could still be a coincidence. It would be fun to test his hypothesis.

Then he looked up at her while sitting in a student desk and said “Hey. Thanks for coming. Close the door and come with me back to my office. I am EAGER to meet and SEE you. Follow me,” he said focusing on her mind.

“I . . . uh . . .” She faltered and stopped talking.

Tom realized he had become the extremely horny one . . . and he was slightly surprised at the new level of suggestion that he was now commanding. They entered the office, briefly discussed when she was expected home . . . and satisfied things would work out for a half hour or so . . . he locked the door and sat behind his desk slowly rubbing his lengthening shaft. He thought if she would just pull her top up so he could see her titties . . . that would be a GREAT start . . . and then he began with his mind tricks . . . ‘Put your book bag down and pull up your top for me . . . so I can look at your tits.’ He mentally pushed his thoughts once again with a smile on his face, but never audibly said anything.

She looked at him and slightly tilted her head almost like a dog attempting to understand his command. She put down her book bag and then started to reach for her shirt. Tom felt her mind react to her actions and she quickly stopped herself.

He said, “Why did you stop? You know I want to see them. Go ahead and continue.” He pushed . . . ‘Do it. Pull it up. It will be great. You WANT to do it. You WANT me to see your fully sprouted titties.’

She sort of flinched, and then her hands grabbed her shirt and lifted it up and off. He held out his hand for the shirt and she handed it to him, somewhat surprised. He placed it on the couch.

“Nice. Thank you. You are VERY pretty and super SEXY for an 8th grader . . . did you know that?” She felt his eyes examine her developing body and wondered what he was thinking . . . and what taking off her bra might do . . . to his increase his excitement. He felt her ‘smile’ inside when he complimented her and she began to relax with her new teacher.

“Come closer and turn around so I can help you, ” he offered. She again had some internal conflicts. Scared of getting caught in school . . . topless WITH a male teacher.

‘Come here. Turn around,’ he pushed.

She stepped closer and turned. Tom ran his hands up her back and softly rubbed her neck with his thumbs. He ‘read’ her and felt what she liked and wanted him to do. He used his ‘reading’ to ease her mind. She wasn’t sure she wanted her bra off, so he just moved down and rubbed her back. When he rubbed her shoulders, he felt her soften both with her muscles and her mind. ‘This feels good to you. Say it. Tell me it feels good . . . and that you want me to take off your bra’.

Amy opened her dry mouth and all she could utter was a soft croak. She was boiling over inside . . . as evidenced by her damp pussy leaking in between her legs. Tom was making her feel sooo good. He was gentle and calm and not all crazy like the boys in her grade.