Romance The Story of My Telepathic Life

I crawled between her legs, looking at her fleshy vaginal lips. They were engorged and dilated. Whipping me had really excited her. I looked down at my own nipples. They were shamefully erect. Maybe a part of me liked this too. Maybe this was where I belonged. I put my hands on Angelika's thighs. Angelika smiled and put gentle pressure on the back of my head, pushing me closer... closer... closer....

Then we all jumped as we heard a crashing sound. Then we heard an even louder one, as the front door slammed open.

"Shelly! Shelly, are you there?"

My jaw dropped open. Just I was pulling away from Angelika, Thomas Dolby Fisher ran into the bedroom. His eyes widened as he took in the scene; Julian, standing in the background with his shirt off; Angelika, wearing a tight leather outfit with her legs spread and pubis exposed; and me, on my knees, in tears, topless, with whip marks on my back.

"Shelly, what have they done to you!" he cried.

Angelika stretched and got up in a leisurely manner, prancing around on leather high heels like a cat. "You must be Tom. You look even more handsome than the image in Shelly's mind."

Tom frowned. "Who are you?"

"Didn't Shelly tell you about us?" Angelika asked, arching her back and well rounded ass inside her leather catsuit. "We're her lovers."

"No," said Tom. "Shelly loves me."

"That's where you're wrong, Tom," said Angelika, playfully touching his elbow. "Oh, she's been infatuated with you over the years, there's no denying that. Plenty of times I've taken her and she's whimpered your name from time to time. But that's all you are, an infatuation."

"Shelly... you... and this woman?" There was a world of hurt in Tom's eyes.

Angelika laughed. "There's a lot you didn't know about dear Shelly, isn't there? Shelly is actually both our lovers." She indicated Julian.

Tom's expression grew even more hurt and confused. "Shelly, no!"

"Shelly told us how you cruelly rejected her. Actually, to be precise, Shelly didn't tell us anything. She didn't have to. As you've probably guessed, we're all telepaths. This is where Shelly belongs, with her own kind."

"No... Shelly, I love you!"

Tom!

"The feeling is not mutual," said Angelika firmly, putting a hand on my shoulders. "We are the only ones who can give Shelly what she needs. Isn't that what you were thinking a short time before, Shelly? We give you what you need, and you give us what we require."

Tom looked at the opening between Angelika's legs and then back at me. "Shelly, I love you. I made a mistake. I want to be with you. I want to marry you and spend the rest of my life with you!"

"Don't believe him, Shelly," said Angelika sharply. "You know what he's thinking! He fears you will invade his mind. He won't have a moment's privacy with you at his side."

"Then why... why is he here?" I asked, feeling confused.

"He's here because he panicked when you left. All he's looking for is a convenient fuck toy." She saw the look in her face. "Yes, that's what we want you for as well. But at least we're honest about it. Stay with us, Shelly. Stay with your own kind."

"Tom?" I said uncertainly. Suddenly his mind was impossible to read. I was so choked up with emotion that it was hampering my ability. "Do you really want me... after you've seen me like this?"

He saw the whip marks on my back. He had seen me kneeling with my heavy titties exposed. He knew full well what I had been about to do just before he arrived. I was had been degraded, humiliated, and was about to be fucked. He couldn't ignore the evidence before his eyes, the whip marks on my back, my exposed and aroused titties pointing outwards.

Tom's face looked pained. "Shelly, I don't care what you did a year ago, a month ago, a day ago, or five minutes ago! I love you and want to be with you!"

"What about... what about your mental privacy!"

"It scares me, Shell, it really does! In fact, only one thing scares me more!"

Thud thud thud beat my heart. "And what... what is that, Tom?"

"Not being with you. Please, please come to me, Shell."

Shell.

He had me at Shell. My jaw dropped open. It was like he said the magic word. I felt like my body was under mind control again. I saw myself getting up and walking into Tom's arms. "Hold me!" I cried.

He hugged me, rocking slowly. It felt so good to press my naked titties against him.

"All right. You've made your bed, Shelly," said Angelika grimly. "But don't think that the toll won't be even higher the next time you find yourself crawling back to us."

"Shell," said Tom, cradling my face. "I don't intend to be the kind of husband who orders you around. But I want you to promise me to never see either of these people again."

I looked into Tom's eyes and sniffled. "I won't."

He helped me walk out on unsteady feet. As we reached the door I sensed a thought, a sad thought from Julian.

Goodbye, Shelly.

We didn't even pause to get my shirt or breast control collar. Tom wanted to get us out of there as soon as possible. He wrapped his Survey Service jacket around me and I felt a secret thrill as we walked outside as I was partially exposed, but also protected by the man I loved.

"How.. how did you find me?" I asked.

And then Tom looked at me, and said, in such a terribly, terribly manly way. "We're the Survey Service. We don't leave our people behind."

When we got back to Tom's place he gently took off the jacket he had given me. He took my titties in his hand and fondled them anxiously.

"Tom, they're all right." I saw him looking up at me. "Really. It was just my back."

He looked at the lashes on my back and frowned. He got up and left and returned a minute later with cream that he put on the wounds. I groaned at his touch.

"How could you let them do this to you, Shell?"

"It's... it's hard to explain." His touch felt so good!

"Try."

"When you rejected me... I felt so alone. I felt like I needed to be a part of something. Julian and Angelika... they did things to me sometimes, things I didn't like, but at least they accepted me."

Tom turned me around to face him. I was still topless. "Shell, I'm so sorry. It was... it was just such a shock, you understand?"

"I understand," I said.

"I, I just needed time to process it, to think about it-"

"Shhhh." I shut him up with a kiss.

When I pulled back, he said, "So... if I may ask...."

"Yes, I'm reading your mind right now, Tom."

Tom flinched and looked away.

"Right now you're thinking of how embarrassed you are," I said softly. I ran my fingertips in a line over his arm. "When you saw me like that, with whip marks on my back and my titties exposed, you felt enraged. But another part of you, a part you'd rather not admit, also felt excited."

"Shelly, I'm so-"

I put my finger over his lips. "Shhh!" I said. "There's no need to apologize. You never have to apologize again. They're thoughts, Tom, nothing else."

He frowned, and looked away.

"Yes, in answer to what you're thinking, I am still reading your thoughts right now. No, I can't turn it off," I said. "Right now you're thinking how sexy I am. Right now you're thinking how you want to fuck me, but realize how selfish and presumptuous that would be after what I've just gone through. Now you're feeling embarrassed that I know what you feel."

"Shell-"

I silenced him with a kiss. "It's all right, Tom. Sometimes I can turn your thoughts into reality."

We made love. Even though Tom was anxious about it smiled at him and assured him I was ready and willing. I had to be on top, of course, because of Angelika's parting gift on my back.

As I rode up and down on Tom's penis, though, this time I resolved it would be different. I started telling Tom exactly what he was thinking. I started to openly share his experience. It wasn't quite the same as sharing with Julian and Angelika, but it was intensely erotic because I was finally being 100% myself with the man I truly loved.

"You're thinking about my titties, Tom," I said, as I moved up and down. "You like the way they bounce around when I fuck you. Don't deny it."

"Yes," he said, sounding helpless. "I really do."

I touched my nipples. "You like the redness of my areolas. You've never seen areolas this big, not even on Melissa when she was pregnant with Megan."

Tom squinted in embarrassment. Embarrassment mixed with pleasure. "Yes."

"You're feeling a buildup in your penis, Tom. A tingling and an increased sensitivity on the tip."

"You know that!" he looked so vulnerable.

"Um hm," I said, riding up and down. "Since I always know how close you are to coming, I know exactly when to delay it" I slowed down with a smile, "and when to speed up" and I speeded up, just for a second. "Do you see the advantage of being telepathic, Tom?"

"Yes!"

"Are you starting to like the idea of having a telepathic wife?"

"Yes!" he gasped. "Shell, I... I...."

"Speak up, Tom, I can't read minds." I grinned at him.

"I need to come!"

"Well, why didn't you say so?" And then I grinded my hips erotically in a circle.

"Ooooh!" he gasped.

"You like it, Tom, don't you? The feeling of filling me,"

"Ooooh!"

"You think it makes me your woman. It makes me your property, your possession."

"Aaaaahhhh!

"You're wild for it, Tom. It's all you can think of. Watching me walk around with your sperm inside of yours, marking me as yours and yours only-"

"AAAAAAAH!" Tom's penis trembled, and shot out sperm deep inside me. Tom felt an incredible sense of pleasure as he filled me with his seed.

After he was done, I lay by his side, playing with his hair.

"How was it?" I asked.

"You of all people don't have to ask," he said.

"So being married to a telepath isn't so bad, isn't it?"

He shook his head.

"Perhaps you can even see some advantages in it."

He nodded.

"But still you worry."

"Shell... it's not just the loss of privacy.... What if I think the wrong thing? You left me several times before because something I thought offended you, right?"

"Sort of," I whispered.

"What's to stop it from happening again?"

"I won't let it," I said firmly. "My Michelle years are firmly behind me now."

"Michelle years?"

"I'll explain later." I still saw the doubt in his mind. "Do you still want to marry me? I'm sure Angelika would take me back. I'd just have to let her whip the front."

"Don't you dare!" he roared, ticking me as I squealed.

Which lead to a chain reaction of other very pleasant things.

Which also drove all fear and worry from Tom's mind, at least for a while.

WE WERE GOING TO GET MARRIED!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I could not fucking believe it!

I ran straight to Auntie, and we cried together; then I ran to Mom, and she hugged me and we cried together; then I did the same thing with Claire, and even Clay sniffled a bit when his turn came, although I was a little disturbed by the erection he got when I hugged him! I also left a message with Audrey, but she didn't respond.

But at the moment Audrey was a very small cloud in a sky filled with silver linings. Mom and Auntie helped me shop for a wedding dress. I found one that I thought was jaw dropping gorgeous, but we got into an argument over the neckline and the price.

"Shelly shouldn't be showing off her titties like that!" Mom complained.

"Why? Has Tom not seen them yet, Shelly?" Auntie asked.

"He kind of has, Mom," I grinned.

"It's not a matter of what Tom has seen. Do you want everyone at the wedding to think you are a common sex worker?"

"My niece is a sex worker," said Auntie, hugging me unexpectedly. "One with a very exclusive clientele."

That cracked even Mom up, and she started laughing. "All right, Shelly, if that's what you want. How much does it cost?"

I checked the price and my eyes bulged. "Mom, it's 3000 credits!"

"3000 credits?"

I checked the label. "It's 44% made by black people." That's why it was so expensive! But I knew from my time as a Diversity Food Labeling Auditor that that label wasn't necessarily accurate. 44% black made could mean 44% black made... or it could mean a hefty donation to the White Lives Don't Matter Fund... or it could mean 62% lesbian, or 74% Hispandex, or a whole host of other things. But even if the dress had been made by white supremacists, it was still beautiful!

"Oh, it's too expensive," I said.

"Nonsense," said Mom. "If my baby girl wants a dress made by virtuous blacks, that's what she'll get."

"Are you sure, Mom? It's so expensive!"

"It's worth it," Mom said.

I gave her a big hug.

Our wedding planner was a very nice man named Cooper Anderson. And he was a class act. He didn't once think about fucking me. He did, however, think about fucking Tom.

"Which floral arrangements would you like on each table?" he asked with a slight lisp, as he showed us a holographic menu. "I recommend the pansies." He smiled at Tom, even as he thought of fucking Tom in the ass.

Tom, who wasn't at all telepathic, frowned and looked irritated at his smile. "What do you think, Shell?"

"Pansies look nice, dear," I said.

Cooper asked if we wanted to hire singers for the wedding. The Ass Sex Men's Chorus was available, and at very reasonable prices. As he made his suggestion, he smiled, imagining his hard penis, covered in my husband's excrement, coursing in and out between Tom's ass cheeks as Tom lay helpless on his hands and knees, obediently letting himself be taken from behind.

Tom looked at Cooper's grin and grew even more irritated. "No singers," he growled. He turned to Cooper. "Could you excuse us for a moment?" He pulled me aside.

"What, Tom?" I said innocently.

"Why do we need a wedding planner, Shell? None of this seems very complicated."

"Most girls get wedding planners, Tom."

"Most girls aren't you. You have more ability in your little finger than most girls have on their arms and legs."

I kissed him tenderly. "Flattery will get you everywhere. Are you saying that you want me to fire Cooper?"

"You tell me."

Before we got married Tom wanted me to meet his parents again. I was extremely anxious about that but couldn't refuse. The last time I had spoken to his sister Nettie she had told me in no uncertain terms that she never wanted to speak to me again.

"They hate me, Tom," I said, rubbing my titties against him in the vain hope of changing his mind.

But this time Tom would not be moved, even by my titties. "They do not hate you."

"They do! Nettie told me to fuck off!"

Tom laughed. "That was years ago. And in any event, Nettie would never use such a word." He saw my fear. "Don't worry, I've explained everything to them."

Everything?

I still felt more than a little hesitant when I entered the Fisher family household. Tom's father Nathan shook my hand; his mother Sally briefly hugged me, and Nettie, well Nettie yelled, "Shelly!" and gave me the biggest hug of all.

I was stunned; had Tom's family been replaced by space aliens? After all my recent experiences, it was a very valid question.

They were all eager and friendly, a little too friendly. What was going on? The last time I talked to Nettie, she hated my guts for having broken Tom's heart, again, when we tried to reconcile at 22.

Now she was all over me like an eager puppy dog, asking how I was feeling about the wedding, what black or minority charity did I plan to add to my wedding registry, and what plans did I have for my honeymoon?

My eyes narrowed as I scanned the thoughts of those around me. And then I caught a whiff of it, from Sally, Tom's mother.

Is Shelly looking into our thoughts even now, I wonder?

I tried not to react visibly, but smiled and responded to their questions. They were quite nice, very friendly, and there was even cake.

It wasn't until after we got home that I exploded.

"What did you do?"

"What do you mean?"

I jabbed him repeatedly with my finger. "You know what I mean, Thomas (jab) Dolby (jab) Fisher (jab)! You told them... about me!"

Tom looked troubled, and nodded. "Yes, I did."

"Tom, didn't I explain to you that the Department of Mental Diversity is looking for me?"

"Yes, you did."

"And now you've just told my secret to three other people... without even consulting me!"

Tom sucked his lips in. "Shelly, I'm sorry. But they're my family, they had to know."

"No they didn't!"

"They had to," said Tom, hugging me. "When I told them I had gotten back together with you, they had... concerns."

"They thought I was crazy."

"They wanted to be sure we would get along." I rocked back and forth in his arms, feeling his firm body pressing against mine.

"They thought I was going to cocktease you again and dump you."

"They weren't sure this was the best road to take."

"They wanted you to call me a crazy bitch and dump me."

"Shell... we're Quakers. We don't say words like crazy bitch."

"You just think them," I said.

He kissed me. "Shelly, I had to tell them. I'm very close to my parents, and to Nettie. Trust me, your secret is safe with them."

"How many other people have you told, Tom?" I asked. "Have you told half the Survey Service?"

"No. I've told no one. No one else needs to know." He kissed me again. "Can you forgive me?"

"Maybe."

Another kiss.

"Possibly."

A kiss again.

"I'll put you on probation."

A longer kiss.

"Maybe... suspended probation."

Everyone was at the wedding. Everyone, well, except my sister Audrey. I sent her an invitation but she never responded. She was still angry with me. It caused me a lot of grief. I still remember lying in the warehouse with her, making love to her, scooping Serum out of my vagina and inserting it into her. I remember her transformation into a willing sex slave, eager to do everything We wanted. I remembered how happy she was when she took the Revered One's enormous penis inside of her. I remembered how she had even seduced me, and how happy we were as we grinded out pussies against each other. I winced at the memory of it all.

She must still hate me terribly. She must hate me because of what I did to her. I cried on Tom's shoulder more than once about it, and he told me once again that it wasn't my fault. Aunt Tammy told me the same thing. She told me she still thought about all the people who had died in the bombing of the embassy on Ramada; but thinking about it wasn't going to change anything.

She was right. I would have to soldier on. I was getting married, and this was to be the happiest day in my life!

Aunt Tammy was there, looking awfully fine in her formal Survey Service whites (she was on active duty at the moment), along with Henry and Annibell. Annibell had grown up into a fine looking young woman with large titties. The scar on her face hadn't prevented her from getting boyfriends; such was the magic of large breasts.

Claire was there, with Jamal and her eight month old baby Demetrius. Demetrius had grown really big! I wondered how Claire had managed to squeeze him out of her pussy. It must have been very painful. Demetrius was light skinned, unfortunately, but would still enjoy all the World Government benefits of being black. The official Nuremberg rules stated that only 7% blackness was required to claim victimhood status, and Demetrius more than qualified for that.

Clay was there with his wife Markessa, who I had helped introduce him to. I am glad the two of them worked out well together. Markessa worked as Clay's executive assistant at his interior design business. Clay's idea (all right... my idea) to market himself as a heterosexual interior decorator had taken off, and he now was operating as a franchise with seven locations up and down the southeast. Markessa was heavily pregnant with Clay's first child which made me jealous; that was something that Tom and I would have to get working on before long.

Mom was there, looking very pleased as always. Things had not always been good between me and Mom. I had thought that Mom was more than a bit of an irritating cunt growing up; and our shared experience with Us had only soured me on her further. Mom had seemed to take eagerly to alien mind control on her very first Infection; as I watched her happily get rodded by the Revered One's enormous penis, it seemed to me that Mom was just a little bit too eager to be used, if you know what I mean. It was as if she almost wanted to be taken over and used as an alien breeding cow.

But Mom had forgiven me for my role in all this when she could have been angry with me like Audrey apparently still was. That scored a lot of points with me. She also bought me this very expensive wedding dress, which so nicely showed off my titties. And after we fired Cooper Anderson, she meticulously helped me with all the wedding planning details. I found myself liking Mom as an adult almost as much as I hated her a child.

Since I didn't have any particular religious preferences, I let Tom hire a Quaker reverend to conduct the ceremony, to please his parents. Things were a little bumpy when the reverend took one look at my wedding dress, and my titties sticking out, and asked Tom, "Are you sure you want Shelly to wear that at your wedding?"

"Why don't you ask her?" Tom asked.​