Well yes, but...

if you make someone want to do something, they didn't want to do before and maybe they would find themselves enjoying doing it...

Next I reached out to Jaz. Yes. I was so horny, I would have done almost anything. Fucking with my girlfriends mind to make her do stuff she didn't want to didn't appear appalling in the least to me in that moment. Then again, I could try to make her enjoy it. That wouldn't be a bad thing, would it? That way I would just bring a new source of joy and excitement into her life. And that's a good thing, right?

So, I reached out to Jaz... She was proud of her face being near to my cock made me so horny. She was thinking about the last time I fucked her. In her thoughts she was on all fours on my bed, while I entered her from behind. I could feel my own cock, entering and stretching her pussy. I could feel it as a hot and stiff, foreign object sliding deeper and deeper into her past the point where Fittie's cock ended. Filling her up, touching v e r y sensitive spots deep within her young body. She also thought about when she had hesitantly kissed my shaft a few times. I dug a little deeper and I found another memory, dark like a shadow, adumbrating distress and tribulation, hiding underneath that first thought, waiting for the right moment to strike. It was about a blowjob she had given to one of her ex boyfriends. The only blowjob she had ever given in fact. It was ... disgusting. He was a heavy smoker and from what I could tell of her memory had a very bad hygiene. Somewhat older than her too. She thought she was in love and wanted to please him, impress him... Ugh, his taste! I could taste it, his disgusting, unwashed, smelly penis reminding me of smegma and... When Jaz took it in her mouth, she really felt degrading herself and wanted to abort it, but he violently shoved his smelly dick in her mouth. I could feel her panic and how she tried to push him away. His hands gripping her hair, pushing her on his dick. His hips thrusting forward, **** her mouth. Her air hunger, how she struggled to breath. Every bit of breath she could get, tainted with his fowl odour. Luckily that loser was lacking any stamina. Only a few violent thrusts and he nutted his small but fowl and rotten tasting load in Jaz' mouth. I could share the shock and disgust she felt as she almost vomited. I could feel the pain in her nose from hitting his pelvis. I could feel the shame as she realized, for what an asshole she had fallen. As I touched that memory with my mind, I felt Jaz shy away from my body. I saw her contorting her face.

After that she never let a cock near her face again, not until years later and now I perfectly understood why. I was the first guy, whose shaft she had reluctantly kissed with her lips after that. I found that memory too and with it I found the confidence, my moaning had given her in that moment. A confidence looming within that memory like a promise and also a curiosity like a spark or the first tiny flames of a fire beginning to grow. I took that spark and nourished it, lit a fire from it. I made her focus on that, its light burning the shadow away.

And that seemed to work. Now I felt her closing in again, hesitantly open my trousers. Her fingers finding their way into my boxers, finding my cock again. She took it in her slender fingers and brought it gently in a position, where she could reach it easily and more comfortable for me. I focused of the fact that the others were distracted, that no one payed attention to her, to us. I projected that thought and the accompanying feeling of security on her and soon I felt the warmth of her breath and the soft touch of her lips on my frenulum. Slowly her **** kisses grew more and more confident and after a few minutes I felt her tongue playing with my frenulum, her lips closing around the tip of my cock. All that hidden underneath her her long dark hair, falling over the scene. Again I reached out and tried to enter her mind but the car came to a halt. I noticed disappointedly where we were and I tipped her shoulder. She came up slowly. Slow enough for me to button up my trousers.

„Okay, D. Here we are.” „Thanx for driving us home, Buzz. You guys up for some late night activities?” „Yeah, Jules. I have ahh some drinks that need taking care of. You game”, asked Ben. Jules laughed. „I think you need taking care of if you have some more but I'll gladly be of assistance.” „You wish!” „Sounds great guys. I'm out though.” „Mee two” Buzz was driving the car. „Gotta be up early tomorrow. Jules, you get home from Ben's?” „Alright guys. Bye.” I left the car and took Jaz with me.

I brought her to the front door, opened it, let her in, and brought her to my room.