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Brett was on the verge of orgasm. He was still on the couch in this mysteious room and Allison was still invisible. His pants were down and a sock was slowly pumping up and down his dick. It seems she knew just how close to orgasm he was and when exactly to pull back. The sock fluttered away from him and was pulled on what seemed to be an invisible foot, evidently Allisons foot.

"I suppose that one was pretty obvious huh. That was telekinesis. " Brett looked at the sock and smiled.

"Yea obviously." He said sarcastically. 'its not like it makes a difference' he thought. 'everything feels good'.

"Everything feels the same?" Allisons voice said. "All this pleasure blurring together?" Brett didn't look surprised. 'Of course you can read minds' he thought. Allison reappeared wearing tight black jeans and a white t shirt. Brett only now after being teased by nothing for so long realised that she was actually smoking hot. Allison raised her eyebrows. "You like to see me for once?" She asked smiling.

"Yyyyea... I mean I like the whole dissappearing act too. But you're nice to look at." Allison smiled.

"Well then I guess my work here is done!" Bretts pants slid up his legs, zipped up and buttoned. He felt his boxers give him a squeeze before his pants stood him up and began walking him to the door.

"What? Wait...hold on. This whole thing was just an act to get me to notice how hot you were?" Brett tried to hold on to the couch but his shirt sleeves pulled his arms behind his back.

"Well you were the one who was uninterested right?" Allison said with a smile, following him as he continued to the door. "I just wanted to give a lesson. Like I said!" The front door opened by itself and Brett stepped outside. He realised that he was in the house just next to where he met Allison.

"What?! That's fucked up."

"What. Don't tell me you were getting attatched to me. I'm going to wipe your memory and you'll forget this whole shit happened." Brett contemplated. That was definitely something he didn't want to end, let alone forget.

"What if I was? Getting attatched to you I mean." Bretts pants stopped him halfway down the front walk of the house. Allison didn't respond for a while. "I mean I guess I'd like to learn more." He tried to turn around but his shirt stopped his torso. Allison strutted in front of him, examining his body again.

"But thats pretty boring isn't it. I just pleasure you with my mind and show you all the tricks while I just stand there watching. I'm a supernatural being you know. It takes a lot to get me off and a normal human like you probably won't be able to cut it." Just then the neighbor adjacient to them came out of the front door. She was stumbling awkwardly towards Brett and Allison. Brett looked over at her and back at Allison inquisitively. "But two of you, maybe that could be fun. I've never played with two humans before." The neighbor came to an awkward halt beside Allison. "Brett, meet Amy. Amy, Brett." Amy and Brett exchanged glances, and Brett noticed Amys expression was less panic scricken than he would have thought.

"Hi." Brett said dryly. Amy turned to Allison.

"What?! What do you want now?" Amy was obviously experienced with Allisons powers. Allison looked slyly at Amy.

"You and Brett and I are going to play around a bit." As she said the word 'play' Amys breasts lifted up and were fondled by invisible hands. Brett stared in awe as the bounced in front of him on their own. "Brett is already rather experienced." He felt his boxers again contrict around him. " I think he'll catch up fast to you." Allison snapped her fingers and Brett again appeared in the living room, alongside Amy. Allison however was not to be seen.

"What the hell," Amy said. "She's so damn perverted." Brett looked around and sat back on the couch.

"I take it this is nothing new to you?"

"I'm her neighbor. This kind of shit happens all the ti-" Allisons voice interrupted Amy.

"Now that we're all here...shall we get better aquainted? Why don't we shake hands." Suddenly Bretts pants unbuttoned and opened up. He gasped as he felt his cock being pulled put of his pants by Allison. Amy's hand shot down towards Brett and her fingers wrapped around him. "Amy...thats not Bretts hand." Allisons voice said sarcastically.

"Damn it! Brett I'm not doing this. She's making me- Oh!" Amy hopped foreward as Brett heard a loud slap. "Allison!" Amy's hand began stroking Brett. He didn't know what to say. Watching Allisons control over reality was a huge turn on. It didn't take long before he could again feel his orgasm nearing again. Just as he felt its approach Amy was pulled back in and stood in the middle of the room.

"Ah-ah-ah. Let's not get too excited just yet." Allisons whispered in Bretts ear.

"Damnit why do you keep pulling back?" Brett asked, frustrated. "I'm so close!"

"Right but you wouldn't be much fun after your load is blown huh. We can wait a little longer." Allison appeared on the couch next to Brett. "Let's give Amy a turn." Amy gasped as her breasts lifted up and squeezed together. She tried to cover herself with her hands but they were **** behind her. Her hips began to thrust foreward as Allisons influence roamed elsewhere. Amy watched her body be manipulated, and Brett was certain he saw the faintest smile appear on her lips. 'she likes this I think. All this magic' he thought.

"Oh yea, I'm certain she does. She calls me perverted but she has her own interesting fantasies." Allison said out loud. Amy looked up at Allison and her smile dissappeared. "You want an example?" Brett gasped as Allison reached over and grabbed his cock. As she began stoking he heard Amy moan loudly.