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High School Hypnotism Ch. 01

By: Zazbek



I had just turned eighteen when I discovered the power of hypnosis. I was on a trip with my high school drama club, going to a competition up state. During the ride, one of our number started talking about hypnosis, and what fun it was as a party game. A couple of people, male and female, agreed to try being hypnotized.

Tom sat next to one of the girls, and began giving her suggestions. After about fifteen minutes of "you're getting sleepier and sleepier," she finally knocked off and he began to have her see hallucinations like bugs and elves, finally leaving her with a trigger word and the suggestion that she see her friends as movie stars. Well, she did, and raced around the bus getting autographs from all of her heroes. Tom finally triggered her, and let go of the suggestion, and then woke her up.

I watched all of this with deep and abiding interest. Tari, the girl that had been hypnotized, was quite attractive, if rather thin, and I had been friends with her for a few months. I wanted more, but as she was a little older than I, she was content with how things were. I saw the day's events as an opportunity.

When we got to our hotel, I helped her with her bag, and managed to get a few minutes alone with her. Since Tom had not specified who could use the trigger word, I stepped up behind her and triggered her. She went into a light trance, which I immediately tried to deepen with suggestion. She was a willing subject, and went far deeper for me than she had for Tom. When I got her where I thought things would work best, not really knowing anything much about hypnosis, I gave her a new trigger word, told her the old one was gone, and made myself the only one who could put her under.

A good thing, too, since Tom tried to put her under later that evening for more fun, and everyone just figured that the treatment had worn off. He tried to re-hypnotize her, and got nowhere. I was in business.

Over the next day or so, all I did was to put her under and take her out, figuring that repeated use would strengthen the bond. It seemed to work, and she went deeper and deeper into her trances. By the time we got back home, I was ready for action.

The first thing I did was to drive her home from the school upon our return. As we sat in the car at her house, I put her under and told her that her feelings for me were changing, that she would like me more and more, that she would find me more and more attractive. When I released her from her trance, I carried her bag to the door, and, apparently impulsively, she turned, kissed me sharply on the lips, then bounded inside.

So far, so good.

Now, I needed to get more information on the subject. I was flying blind and could screw it up, which I did not want to do. I read every book I could find on the subject at the library, and used her as a guinea pig working up the techniques they described. I had wondered about one thing, though. The books declared that the hypnotist could not get a person to do what they did not want to do. I experimented a bit with that about a week later, asking Tari to climb a tall ladder, something she was normally scared to death of. She started to climb, got about halfway up, and then froze. She stopped there, not awake, but clearly intending to go no further.

I thought a minute, and told her she was climbing out of a hole, and that when she got to the top, she should stop and look over the edge of the "hole." She climbed right up, acting for all the world like she was peering over the lip of a hole when she got to the top. Clearly, the subject could only act on the information they were given, and whatever "truth" they were living in was what they would react to.

I took her back inside, got her deeper under hypnosis than I had ever gotten her, and told her that her clothes were made of wool, and were terribly hot and itchy. I also told her that she was by herself in her room, and that she should get comfortable. Clothes flew, and there she was, naked as an egg. She was very definitely slim, almost skinny, and she had very little in the way of breasts. What there was of her was cute as hell, though. She had well shaped little tits and one of the truly great asses I have ever seen. Rounded, firm and tight, it was grabable, holdable, and decidedly fuckable. 

I had her move around, trying to cool off for a bit, then decided to take the fun a step or two farther before I quit for the afternoon. I had purchased a little buzzer, and I told her that when I buzzed the thing, she would become aroused. The oftener I buzzed it, the more aroused she would get. Then I told her that only I could have that reaction on her with the buzzer, and that she would not remember the suggestion. I told her that she should attribute her feelings to a simple appreciation for me. We went over the instructions a couple of times, and then I told her to get dressed and wake up. When she did, we talked for awhile and had something to drink on her patio. I had noticed that she was more approachable since the kiss, and she seemed to put herself into position to be touched or held by me. All to the better. Then I buzzed the thing and watched her eyes. They widened slightly, and then got a little blurry. She was watching me closely, and she slipped down in her chair a bit. I found that our conversation slowed down some as she seemed to lose track of what we were saying. I buzzed again, and she sat sharply up, eyes snapping to attention, and she crossed her legs tightly. She then started swinging her top leg back and forth. I let this be for a few moments, watching her carefully while not appearing to watch carefully, which is a tough trick but can be done, especially when the one you're watching is preoccupied. 

I sat and drank my tea, then excused myself to go to the bathroom. As I walked into the house, I buzzed again, then ducked into the kitchen to watch. She was sitting almost frozen in place, eyes wide. She seemed extremely puzzled, but I also noticed that she was flushed up her neck and her face was a bit reddened. Then I saw her slip her hand up to her hair and through it, as if trying to keep it in place there. She drew her hand down her chest and ran her fingers across her breasts. She took her breasts in both hands then, squeezing them a bit, then pinching her nipples. 

Her mouth was open and she was breathing quickly. I waited to see what else she might do, but that was it for the moment. Seemingly taking control of herself again, she shook slightly, then straightened her top and uncrossed her legs. She took up her cup and sipped her tea. She definitely had some backbone, I thought, waiting for the bone in my pants to subside. I slipped into the bathroom, squeezed the tip of my dick to get it to deflate, then peed and returned outside. I told her I needed to go home, and as we were getting up, I buzzed again. Halfway to her feet, she slipped back down into her chair. I asked her if she was ok, and she said she was feeling dizzy from the heat. That may well have been as it was about 92 degrees outside, but nipples that sharply crinkled usually only show up at about 30 below. 

She stood and gave me a hug that extended in length as she pressed against me. She looked up at me, got on her toes to kiss me, and I buzzed one last time. The kiss, friendly and slightly suggestive, turned heated in a flash. I heard her moan against my mouth, and her hands roamed up and down my back. I held her closely, then ran my hand up her side to just under her breast. She sort of pushed down onto it, getting her little tit into my hand, and I took full advantage of it. She shivered against me, and she sort of straddled my left leg, pressing her hot little box up against my thigh. "God," she breathed, "what the hell is this? What am I doing?" She finished her kiss, then stepped back, breathing hard.

I had been standing there, cooperating to an extent. I had also been calculating earned run averages in my head to try and keep from ravaging her on the spot. I managed to avoid an absolutely diamond cutting erection by the narrowest of margins, but it was still strikingly apparent that growth had occurred amidships.

She was watching me carefully, still panting. I said the trigger word, and she shut down instantly and her breathing slowed.

"Tell me what you're thinking," I said. "What are you feeling?"

"I can't understand why I'm behaving like this."

"Like what?"

She didn't speak for a moment, and I repeated the question. "I'm acting like a slut. I look at you, and all I can think about is how wet I'm getting. How much I want you inside me."

"Does it bother you to feel this way?"

"It scares me."

"What scares you, Tari?"

She said, dully, "It scares me that you might not want me the same way. That I might feel like I do and have you not want anything to do with me."

"Would it make you feel happier to know that I want what you want?"

Her voice was a little warmer. "Yes. It's just so awful to be there, in that place, all by yourself."

I gave her the suggestion that I wanted her, and that she should be sure of it. I also added that she should never dwell on that fact, but simply accept it as true. The last thing I wanted was a girl who believed she could get away with anything just because I wanted her and cared.

Then I asked her what she wanted to do right at that moment. She said what she most wanted to do was take off her pants and sit her naked bottom down on my lap. I glanced in at the clock, and it appeared that we still had some time before her parents got home, so I told her to do whatever she felt like doing. Then I told her to forget the conversation and I woke her up. She walked over to me, clasped my face between her hands, and kissed me with incredible passion and vigor. Then, almost before I knew it, off her pants came, and then her panties. Her little pussy was sopping wet, and I could smell her scent. She was absolutely ready, and she sat on my lap, straddling my legs, then rubbed her crotch up against my dick. 

Back and forth she rubbed, then she pulled her shirt over her head and pushed her tits into my face. I felt her hands moving around the front of my pants, felt my dick get freed. Within scant seconds, she had engulfed it, vigorously bouncing up and down, trying like hell to get quickly to orgasm. Each time she hit bottom, she let loose with a little shriek, then whimper as she dragged herself back off of it. After maybe a minute of frenzied bouncing, her eyes got extremely wild and she cried out and clamped down hard on my dick. It took her a moment to get control of her breathing and herself. She looked at me, panicked, then got off of my lap, grabbed her clothes, and ran to her room.

I was a little worried as to what that meant, but I shouldn't have been. I pulled back up my pants, went to the bathroom to clean up, and her mom walked through the door just as I got back out. Tari was showering; I could tell from the sound of water in the back bedroom. 

Her mom asked where she was, I told her, and then the two of us sat down and talked for a bit. Tari came back out shortly, long brown hair still damp, but wearing a loose-fitting sundress. She sat down close beside me, and the three of us talked for awhile longer about the musical Tari and I were going to try out for the following week. Then her mom went to go make dinner.

Tari waited for her mom to get out, then leaned in closely and whispered, "I am still so hot. What did you do to me?"

I acted astonished. "What I did to you? Weren't you the one who jumped me? I seem to recall being attacked by a beautiful, but completely mad woman outside."

She sighed. "That would be me, right?" She started to stroke my upper arm with her fingers, lightly tracing my bicep. "I just..I don't know. When I saw you standing there, I just had to kiss you, and when I kissed you. Oooh, when I kissed you. Very nice."

She leaned over and kissed me again, leisurely, carefully. Then she sat back, eyes bright. "Lookie." She smiled devilishly, then grasped the bottom of her sundress and pulled it up at an angle where only I could see. No panties, and when she shifted her weight a bit, it became apparent that there was no bra, either. "The scary thing is that I'm still hot for you, I could do it again right here." She looked to the kitchen. Her mom was moving around, but it was apparent she'd be there for a bit. She had switched on the TV and was watching Donahue. Tari took my hand and put it between her legs. "See, I told you. You want to?"

She must have seen a yes in my eyes, because she stood and led me to the basement stairs. "Mom," she called, "We're going to go play some pool. Give me a yell when supper's ready."

Her mom yelled back an ok, and we went downstairs. In the family room, there was a full-sized pool table, and beyond that a family room with a large TV and a stereo set-up. There was a deeply upholstered chair in there that I had my eyes on, but Tari sat on the edge of the pool table and crooked a finger at me. "Come and get me, Tiger." She had her legs spread somewhat, and was right out on the edge of the table, and when I stepped between her legs, she wrapped them around me and started digging in my trousers. Grasping my quickly stiffening member, she traced her pussy with it, and then pulled me to her. As advertised, she was hot and still very wet. Her eyes were bright, and she was watching me carefully as I moved into her. I tried to keep the pace slow and steady to keep from blowing off, but she wasn't having any of that. She wanted me fast, and she wanted me deep, and she wanted me right now. She was twisting in front of me and she had a hold of her tits, working her nipples. I leaned in to kiss her, and her tongue was everywhere, darting here and there, hot and wet. I could feel an eruption building in my groin, so I grabbed her ass tightly and began hammering her deeply. 

She came absolutely unglued, and I had to kiss her hard to keep her wails from echoing up the stairs and attracting attention. Just as I could hold it no longer and was downloading what felt like a quart of hot spunk, she came, thrashing, wild-eyed. She threw her arms around me, and with arms and legs wrapped tightly, I felt her shiver and shake convulsively. I picked her up, and got out asses into the other room in case someone had heard, and shut the door. I sat down in that comfy chair, still wearing Tari, and tried to catch my breath. 

Her breathing was slowing, and she wiped the perspiration from her brow with the back of her hand. "Oh, God, that was incredible. How did you learn to do that?"

"Native ability and practice," I replied, shifting to relieve a cramp in my leg. She stood up, shook her dress back down, and bounced off to the small bathroom that adjoined the family room. She returned with a damp cloth, and she cleaned me up and got me zipped back in my pants. She grinned. "Last thing we need now is my mom walking in and seeing THAT looking at her." Then she returned to the bathroom, sprayed a bit of Glade, and cleaned herself up again. After a few moments, she returned, climbed into my lap and snuggled in.

"Today has been wonderful, Lee," she sighed. "I've never known anything like this." She kissed my cheek. "You think you'll ever get tired of doing that?"

I grinned. "Nah, I plan on having sex until I can't get it up and forget why it mattered."

She bit me playfully on the hand. "I mean doing that with me. Are you going to get tired of doing that with me?"

I looked her in the eyes, and while she clearly was not scared, she did want to be assured. "No, I don't think so. Practice, after all, makes perfect, and there's tons of stuff we haven't tried yet."

She smiled. "If I helped, do you think you could get it up again?"

"Probably. If you want to wear me out entirely."

I think I might have been saved from a fate worse than death right then when her mom called her up to supper. Tari asked me to stay, but I needed to get home. I promised to call later, and she gave me a kiss at the door that promised much and still delivered quite a lot. Her eyes were bright as she shut the door. 

That night was a bit frenzied. I was incredibly wired, and I was trying to figure out where I was going next with this. I had made my own, personal geisha girl, and now I needed to train her properly. I spent a lot of time figuring out exactly what I wanted with the situation. Obviously, I wanted sex. That was a given. I wanted it, and I intended to have it in varied and interesting ways, more to keep things fresh than otherwise. Because, the fact was, I genuinely liked this girl. I rationalized the inescapable truth that I had mesmerized her into doing my bidding with the idea that I intended to keep her. And I did. But I also had to get my head around another fact, which was this: no matter how good the sex or how great the relationship, wasn't everything a bit suspect because I had gotten what I wanted by coercion? I thought about rich or famous guys who were never able to be fully sure that their playmates wanted them for themselves or for the rubbed off notoriety. In my instance, I rather suspected that Tari would never have

screwed me but for the hypnosis. Now, don't get me wrong; I had no intention of stopping. I was certain that if this hypnosis stuff worked on one girl, it could work on others, and I wanted to find out. My problem this time, though, was to figure out how to do hypnosis without tipping the fact that I was hypnotizing, because another Tari was unlikely to drop into my hands.I decided, for lack of a better idea, to practice on my sister. She was close at hand, a good sport, and might be good for a laugh. I set out that evening to see what could be done. 

I found her in the family room, watching television. She looked to be pretty tired, but was trying to finish a movie, or something. Jennie was older than me, probably 19 at the time, and was attending college in town. She has blond hair, blue eyes, and at the time was a little overweight, mostly because she had undergone knee surgery about five months before and was just getting to the point in her rehab where she could really start to work. She had injured it playing volleyball for the university, and was trying to get back in shape for her sophomore year on the team. Maybe I should point something out. At that time, knee surgery was pretty major. She had a scar that wrapped around her knee cap, and the scar tissue inside the joint was fairly intense. She kept it wrapped, and iced as much as she could, and was icing it on the night in question.

I sat by her and asked if she wanted me to massage her knee. She smiled tiredly, and said that would be a good thing. I carefully began to work the joint, rubbing lightly and then with increasing pressure around the patellar tendon and the edge of the patella. I was careful not to press too hard, and she seemed appreciative. About this time, her show was over, so I turned off the set and started talking to her in a gentle voice as I worked. She was already sleepy, so I concentrated on focusing her attention on that, on her knee, and on my voice. I was told her that the pain in her knee was getting less and less as she drifted toward sleep, and that she should concentrate on my voice to help that happen. One funny thing. She was almost under when she perked back up and said "Lee, this almost sounds like you're hypnotizing me." 

I smiled at her. "Would that bother you?" 

She eyed me closely for a moment. "Can you really do it? Hypnotize me?" 

"Probably. I think so." 

She sat there for a moment while I continued to work her knee. "Do you think you could help me with the pain and the rehab if I let you try?" 

"I could give you suggestions to help. You'd have to really want

it, though. I'm pretty new at all of this." 


High School Hypnotism Ch. 01



She decided. "Let's try. This is getting to be too hard, and any help I can get would be a really good thing. So, what do I need to do?" 

I turned out the lights in the room except for the lamp above her head, and started talking to her. I had her focus on the tip of a pencil, and after a few moments, she was lightly transfixed. A few moments later, she was under pretty deeply, and I was able to take her quickly deeper with some simple suggestions. At that point, I gave her the suggestion to sleep again at my signal, and then I woke her up. "How do you feel?" 

She stretched a bit. "About the same. Was I under? Did it work?" 

"Let's find out," I said, and gave her the signal. She collapsed back into a trance, and I was sure that I had her. I worked her deeper then, and then started to give her suggestions about her knee. I told her that the pain would get less and less every time I put her under, and gave her a key word to say when the pain got too bad to take. I worked to reinforce that suggestion, telling her that the pain was already lessening,

and that the key word would always work. I also told her that she wanted to return to her sport very badly, and that she needed to lose the weight and get into shape. Then I told her that losing weight would help the knee get better quicker, as there would be less weight it would have to bear. Just before I awakened her, I told her to forget what I had said, went back over the key word, and then woke her up. "Ok, Jennie, we need to try something to see how good a subject you are. I'd like you to say the word 'prestidigitation'. Repeat it after me." 

She did. "How do you feel?" She paused, eyes seemingly blank for a moment, and then said "It doesn't hurt as much, Lee. It doesn't!" She sat up a bit, and felt the

joint. "I was sitting here feeling sorry for myself, thinking about how bad it hurt and watching Judy Garland to take my mind off of it. But this is better. This is lots better." She smiled at me shiningly. "God, Lee. Thank you. Oh God. This is so much better."

We talked for a while longer, maybe the longest time we had ever talked at one sitting. For the first time, she saw me as something other than her little brother, and I saw her as something other than a pain in the ass. Just before she went upstairs to bed, I put her under again. I couldn't resist. I told her that she should tell her teammates about how much my knowing hypnosis was helping her recover from her injuries. I did

this for two reasons. I wanted some more subjects to practice on, and having her round up some from her team was a good way to get them. And since there was no way I was going to take sexual advantage of my sister, I was going to have to get my kicks elsewhere.

In the weeks ahead, that would work better than I had hoped for. Anyway, after that suggestion, I woke her up and she went up to bed. A few minutes later, I got a call from Tari, who wanted to know if she could come over for a while. It was about nine, and was kind of late, but I said she should come over anyway. My parents were pretty cool about visitors, and they went to bed early. 

About twenty minutes later, Tari arrived, wearing a tube top and a very short skirt. We went downstairs, and before she could jump me, I put her quickly under.

I told her that showing herself off to me would make me very happy, and that what made me happy would make her happy. I told her that pleasing me would please her, and that the more pleased I was the more pleased she would be. I told her that she should be agreeable to the sorts of things I wanted to do sexually, and that she could think up new things to her heart's content. 

One quick thing. You may have noticed that I have generalized the sorts of things I told my subjects. I've done that on purpose, because I truly believe that there are any number of seriously unscrupulous bastards out there who would get ideas about stuff that I would rather not let them have. I can't stop them from most of the shit they pull, but I can keep from helping them learn new tricks. 

As for the rest of you, it's mostly in the books, if you want to bother to learn. I know what I am, but I'm not too sure about YOU.

Anyway, when I woke her back up, she stepped across the room, put on

Boston's first album and started to dance to "More Than A Feeling." She moved slowly

at first, tracing her body with her hands, then started to move her fingers between her legs and over her breasts. She turned, looked back over her shoulder, and then bent over, showing how short the skirt and how tight her bottom was. She also showed that she had no underwear. She started to spread her legs out, and she reached back and held her pussy open with her fingers, then stood up, turned, and looked at me with what can only be called hunger in her eyes. She traced her chest with her hands, then

smoothly pulled down her tube top, revealing her pert little breasts. She pinched her nipples into full attention, and when she turned to tease me a little with her bottom, I found the buzzer in my pocket let it sound three sharp times. Each one seemed to strike her like a slap on the ass, and she staggered where she was, controlled herself, then stripped her clothes off and stared at me. 

"Would you play with yourself for me," I asked. "That would be so damn hot." 

She smiled widely, then sank to the floor, spread her legs widely, and began to work her pussy with her fingers. She watched me for the longest time as she played, until she was so ready to cum that she couldn't focus. When she closed her eyes and had both hands working things, I stepped over to her, unzipped my pants, and put my dick up to her face. She spotted it as her eyes lolled open, and she grasped it with one hand, pulled it to her mouth, and began to lick and suck for all she was worth. I felt

it go down the back of her throat, and then she coughed and I withdrew. She dragged her eyed back open just in time to see me preparing to spear her pussy. She cried out as I entered her, and held on like she was drowning. She started cumming almost immediately, writhing beneath me and twisting her head from side to side. I pulled her legs up over her body so I could drive in as deeply as possible. She was staring me in the eyes, almost begging for release. I kept it up until I completed, and we lay there with me inside her for a while, catching our breath.

I had to put her under again to suggest to her that she was tired and needed to go home, or I'm pretty sure she'd have been ready for another go almost immediately. As it was, I needed time to think, to plan. This was going to be good; I just had to make sure I did it all right.



High School Hypnotism Ch. 02



Several days passed while I sorted out my plans. Part of the reason it was several days was because I kept getting sidetracked by Tari, who was apt to appear from nowhere and look to get laid. I would go to the parking lot, trying to sneak away from school, and there she was, lurking around my car. I’d hide out in the drama room, and she’d show up, wearing a grin and, seemingly, very little else. I was getting tired and a bit grouchy, and it wasn’t her fault. I finally figured out part of the problem, and things went a good deal more smoothly.

It seems that when I used the buzzer on her, I had neglected to make her excitement of limited duration. She got excited and stayed that way. It was no wonder she always seemed ready to fuck at a moment’s notice; she WAS ready, and had been, continuously, for days.

How did I finally catch on? Well, I was hiding out in the theatre, trying to think a bit without interruption, and I saw Tari come in onto the stage, looking for me. I slumped down, not really wanting to be found. The thing is, she was flat wearing me out. 

Anyway, she came in, looked around, and started to walk out. My friend, Jerry, wandered in about then and asked her if she’d found me. When she said she hadn’t, Jerry commiserated with her, then put an arm around her shoulder and gave her a hug. They went from a hug to a clench to a dance in about 10 seconds. She was dancing close, even though there was no music, and Jerry seemed to be riveted by her attention. She moved her face in closer to his, and then he kissed her. It seemed to surprise him that he was doing it. What surprised him even more was her reaction. She threw a lip lock on him that was awe-inspiring, and then she pulled him off into the wings with both hands on his shoulders. I crept in closer, going around the torm tower and getting my eyes on them from behind. Jerry was sitting on a stool by the light board, and Tari had pulled up her skirt and was backing up onto his dick. Once she got him plugged in, she went absolutely nuts, bouncing on his lap for all she was worth.

Jerry seemed highly puzzled, but was nonetheless thrilled with the attention. There seemed to be no way for him to hold on. Hell, I knew how darned tight and slick she was, and Jerry had nowhere near my experience with her. Soon enough, there he went, making little strangled noises in the back of his throat. She kept bouncing, trying like crazy to get off, but was kept just short of where she needed to be. She had one hand working her pussy and the other was up inside her shirt, pulling on her nipples. Then she saw me standing there. She seemed embarrassed for a moment, then pulled off of Jerry (who also saw me and looked embarrassed) and attacked my pants with both hands. She stripped me from the waist down, and had my dick in her mouth almost instantaneously. She sucked and licked the thing for what seemed like ten minutes, then she turned around and laid face down across the light board. I got up behind her, slipped it to her, and started to pound away at her tight little quim. She started throwing her head from side to side, then caught sight of Jerry as he started to put his pants back on. She motioned him over, slid a bit to the side, and shoved his dick in her mouth. After a few moments, he was hard all over again, and I was beginning to cum.

I turned her over, threw her legs up beside her torso, and began to take lengthy, nasty strokes. She started to whimper, then cried out when I reached into her shirt, grasped her nipples and pulled them. I felt her pussy clamp down hard, and then she cried out and shook violently at the end of my dick. I pumped my balls empty into her and watched Jerry lose his second load in her mouth. She did not keep that one, carefully spitting it into a trashcan beside the light board.

While she seemed to be a bit troubled by her performance, she stayed for quite some time back there, moving between the two of us, trying to renew our interest. Jerry looked hammer-stunned, and while he managed to get hard again, his erection slipped away before she could do anything with it. As for me, I was able to get hard again, but I wasn’t all that thrilled with the idea of having an audience, and Jerry was going nowhere. He just kept his eyes on Tari, who kept her eyes on us.

Eventually, though, when it became apparent that there was going to be no more action behind the curtains, she got her clothes in order and Jerry stumbled off to class. I quickly put her under, asked a few searching questions, and told her that an orgasm would release her from all effects of the buzzer, and that she would be able to work off her horniness. She seemed relieved by the change. Then I asked her about the interlude with Jerry and me. She replied that it was embarrassing, "but incredibly sexy to be wanted like that." I asked her if she wanted to forget about it, but she said no, that she kind of liked it.

So I woke her and held her for a while as we talked, and then I let her go off to class. I found Jerry later and warned him to keep his mouth shut or he’d never get any more action from her. He had already figured that out for himself, and already was looking forward to the next time he could have her.

There was just so much stuff I was finding out by trial and error. Here’s another for instance. My sister sent one of her teammates over to the house for a treatment, and it took forever to get her under. Though not unattractive, Sirah was kind of built chunky, and was obviously a lesbian. She obviously did not trust men, and she had little to no trust in me. The only reason she was there was because Jessie told her it could help.

So, anyway, I worked on her for over an hour initially and finally got her under. For the next hour, I worked to get her deeper, trying like crazy to allay her fears of men, me and the like, but wasn’t very successful. She wasn’t waking up on me, but neither was she cooperating much. I worked on the hamstring she was suffering from, and left it at that for the day. The next day, she came over again and was somewhat improved. We worked on the hammy, and then I got an idea. I put her under and asked her to tell me what she thought was sexy. She was a pretty out front lesbian, so she had no hesitation in listing what she was into. Turned out that she liked girls with small to tiny breasts and absolutely loved strap-on dildos. On reflection, it seemed to me that she was pretty latent for a lesbian, and so I started to work on how much dildos looked like the real thing, only not as comfortable. I then equated the girl type she liked with young boys and left it there for the day, telling her she should think about it but not remember where she got the idea.

I saw her next about a week later, and she seemed a bit different. I put her under readily, and she willingly went very deeply asleep. I asked her about why she liked girls better than guys, and she went round and round to the effect that she didn’t know whether that was the case. She said she had been thinking about it, and that since she was turned on by dildos, which were fake dicks, and slightly built girls, who looked like young guys, she thought it might be interesting to see if guys were something she might like. She said she had tried sex with a guy once, but he wasn’t very good and she had hated the experience for that reason, and because he had told all of his friends about making her.

This was my cue. I put her even more deeply asleep and told her that I was completely safe to experiment with sexually, that I already liked her and that I’d never tell anyone else what happened between us. I set her up with a trigger for my trusty buzzer, told her to forget our conversation, and then woke her up.

She stretched her hamstring and I asked if it had improved. I laid her down on her stomach, lightly kneading the back of her leg, and then pressed the buzzer. She winced, then pushed her crotch down sharply against the floor. "Are you ok," I asked. "Did I push too hard?"

I couldn’t see her face. "No, I’m fine, Lee. I just kind of got caught by surprise. Just give me a second here." She got up on her elbows, kind of rolled back and forth a bit, then laid her head back down. I pushed the button again and started rubbing her leg. She started to squirm around some, pushing up against my hand and running her own left hand through her hair. I buzzed again. She breathed in sharply, then reached around behind her, finding my leg. She moved her hand up to my crotch and started to caress my dick, which was rapidly hardening. I buzzed one more time, then slipped the thing in my pocket. Then she rolled over, bare-chested. Somehow, she had managed to get her shirt undone without my noticing it, and she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Her eyes seemed a bit troubled, and she was obviously nervous. "Do you want to make it with me? It’s ok if you don’t. I’ll understand." She dropped her eyes and started to turn red around the ears. Then her forearms started to come up over her breasts.

I took my right hand, put it under her chin, and tilted her head up so I could look at her. "I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be right now." Then I leaned down and kissed her. When I pulled back a little to look her in the eyes, I could see a few tears forming. But she was also starting to smile a little.

She took my free hand and rubbed it over her tightened nipples, pushing her pussy upwards against my leg. Her tits were large and kind of saggy, but they were obviously very sensitive as she started moaning when I started to lick them. We kissed for a few moments, and she shucked her jeans and panties in one rapid movement. She was absolutely soaked, and she laid herself as wide open as she could manage and pulled me to her.

Her pussy was nice, not overly tight but very smooth and exciting. Even better was the fact that she was now obviously enjoying herself. She was wearing a huge smile, and was pounding upward against my dick with everything she had. I threw her legs back and clasped her large ass in both of my hands, driving deeply inside her. She was whimpering and had a hold of her tits, mauling them and trying to get me to suck them. After a few minutes of this sort of fun, I let her get on top, and she absolutely kicked loose. She bounced away on my dick, her boobs bounding up, down and side to side randomly. It became obvious that she was right on the edge of a roaring orgasm, so I reached into my pocket and buzzed her again. Her eyes rolled back in her skull, she grasped her tits so hard she left marks, and she drove down onto me like she was trying to stab herself to death. She finally torched off, and she began to twitch violently, then scream with her mouth shut, and then go gutteral and bounce her tits off of my chest. I had a hold of her ass, and drove myself into her as deeply as I could go. She absolutely collapsed, nipples crinkled tightly, pussy contracting wildly, unable to catch her breath. I held her for a moment, then rolled her onto her back and started to take her again. She still couldn’t catch her breath, but was ready to give it another go. We went at it a bit more carefully, and the result was much the same. This time I came in her violently, and she lit off when I did, legs clasped around my back and head lolling from side to side.

So much for lesbianism. We laid there for quite some time, and she just kept looking at me and touching my dick. "I always thought these were ugly," she said, caressing my dick, "but I kind of like this one. And I really like what we can do with it." She gave it a squeeze. "Do you think we can make love again sometime?" I agreed, then put her back under and told her that she would be into the idea of fucking other men as well, but that she would feel like she ought to ask me for permission when she found one. I liked Sirah, but I really didn’t need another girl trailing me, wearing me out. Which didn’t mean that I didn’t want to fuck her again. She was energetic, and really good in the sack. Who wouldn’t?

Before she left, she stood in front of me, naked, and asked me if I liked her body. I did, actually, and I told her so. She had a fairly large ass and big, low-slung titties, but her pussy was neat and neatly trimmed and her face was pretty. While she was moving about, I realized something interesting about women, maybe not all of them but most in my experience. They like to be looked at, and if they think the person looking at them likes what they see, they are fully content to stand around nude for any amount of time. Which was what Sirah did, and as she stood there, she ran her hands all over her body to see if I was watching and would react. I was and I did. When she saw my dick perk up, she walked back over and started to suck and lick it. The only thing I could figure is that she got good at oral sex by attending to her girlfriends and learning a few tricks, but the simple fact was that she was terrific. I was stone hard in no time, and had an increasingly frenzied volleyball player astride my lap, getting me all soaked and horny. We fucked all over the room, and ended up with her leaning over the back of the couch, ass in the air, while I pumped her furiously from behind and played with her hanging and bouncing tits. She almost passed out when she came, and it was a good thing that the house was empty, because I’m sure she could have been heard at the Albertson’s down the street.

I got her dressed and sent her on her way, and not a moment too soon. As Sirah was driving off, Jessie came home with another friend in tow. Her name was Rachel Gilbride, and she and my sister had been friends forever. This was just getting better and better.

Rachel had been a source of my wet dreams for years now. She had long, red hair, great legs and nice, pointed cho-chos. I had managed to get glimpses of her from time to time when she came over, because we had a hot tub and the two of them liked to bathe.

Before you get the wrong idea, neither of them were lesbians, at least I thought not. I had walked in on Jessie and a boyfriend once, getting out before they spotted me. I have to admit that I didn’t know what to do with the sight of my sister being fucked doggie style on our living room couch, but that didn’t stop me from banging my monkey to the thought. As far as Rachel went, I had caught sight of titty every so often, but not too much and not too clearly. 

Jessie and Rachel made their way into the family room where I was trying to watch TV, and it was pretty apparent that they caught wind of previous activities. They were going through Jessie’s records and whispering to each other. I must have looked like death on a hotplate, because Jess inquired as to my general health, then asked who had been over. They grinned at each other, then seemed puzzled when I told them that Sirah had been there. They clearly did not know what to do with that information. I gave them a tired grin, and then went to the kitchen to get some food. I also swiped one of dad’s beers; God knows I needed it. Then I went to take a shower, finishing my sandwich and the beer as I dried off. I felt rather more like a human again, which was a good thing, but guessed that there would be questions from my sister that I’d have to contend with. 

When I got out, Rachel was still there, but downstairs watching TV. Jessie was waiting for me in the kitchen.

"Sirah was over here, right," she asked, wearing an odd expression.

"She was," I replied, rummaging in the fridge for a Pepsi, settling for Coke. "I was helping her with her hamstring. Remember?"

"I remember the hamstring. But...look. We’re not kids, here, OK?"

"I dunno," I said, sipping the Coke and then grabbing a banana for strength. "The parents still think we are."

Her face tightened. " This doesn’t have anything to do with them. Look. That room smelled like...well, Rachel said it smelled like sex. Like people had been having sex in there."

"So?"

"So, if you were here and Sirah was here, and no-one else was here, and there was sex here, I think we might have a problem."

"Why?" I was being purposely obtuse, which tended to drive Jessie crazy. This was largely the reason I used the tactic.

"Because she’s a dyke! She likes girls, Lee!"

I smiled. "For what it’s worth, I can tell you first-hand that she likes guys, too. Or at least she likes me." I grinned more widely. "A lot."

She looked troubled. "What did you do to her?" She got a harder expression on her face. "This doesn’t have anything to do with you and hypnosis, does it?" 

I started to answer, then said ‘fuck it’ and put her under. I explained the situation to her, that I had simply asked some questions about Sirah’s sexuality because her overt lesbianism was making her treatment difficult. I left out the part about the buzzer and told Jessie everything else. I even told her that Sirah had jumped me, which she had, though with a good deal of prompting on my part. I told Jess to remember the conversation, forget that she’d been put under, and then woke her up. The relief in her eyes was evident, but there was also a good deal of humor at work there, too.

"Hard to believe she crossed over to enemy lines, Sparky," she smiled. "You have no idea how militant she’s been about men. Always talking about how they exploit women socially, financially and sexually." She grinned very widely. "I would have thought you’d stand a better chance of boffing Bo Derek, which is pretty ridiculous, too. Who’d a thunk it?"

"Like I said, I just asked her some questions. She sorted out the answers by herself."

Jessie leaned over, bonked me on the head, and walked back downstairs. I could hear her and Rachel talking, then laughing for quite some time. After about twenty minutes or so, they came back upstairs and Rachel left. I noticed two things. One was the fact that they were both in high spirits; clearly the thought of the converted dyke was highly amusing to them. The other was the interested and speculative look Rachel gave me as she was leaving.

Just how speculative that look was became clear when she came over a couple of days later. She said she wanted to get some hypnotic help with her concentration. "I’ve been finding it really tough to keep my mind on volleyball. Truth is," she continued, "if I wasn’t on scholarship, I’d probably quit. It’s pretty boring, but it pays for school. Do you think you could help?"

I thought about it for a few minutes, and then told her the sort of suggestions I could give her. There were three, concerned with focus, execution and motivation. We discussed how the suggestions might best be worded and I started to put her under. It took about fifteen minutes, and somewhat longer to get her deep enough to make the suggestions possible. When I thought she was at sufficient depth, I gave her a suggestion that would put her back under whenever I chose, and then woke her. She seemed a bit puzzled, even though she remembered most of what had happened. Then I put her under again and woke and put her to sleep a few more times, the last time telling her to forget everything but the sleep suggestion. Then I asked her what she had thought about the Sirah situation. "I thought it was kind of funny," she said slowly, "and then I thought it was kind of interesting. I wondered what it would be like to change that much."

"Have you ever thought about changing?"

She nodded. "Yes. I’ve always been scared to."

"What have you wanted to change?"

She lay there for quite awhile, and I was getting concerned that she was going to be unable to continue. Finally, she spoke up. "I have always been in control of my relationships with boys. I guess it’s because I’m pretty. I always get my way, I can always get my boyfriends to do whatever I want." She stopped for a bit, and then: "I just don’t like it when a man doesn’t act like a man. I like to have someone else in charge sometimes. And it just never happens." She seemed very troubled. I told her to calm down, and then forget what she had told me. I needed to think this one over. I gave her the suggestions we had decided on, set up the trigger words she could use, and then woke her up. We tried all of the triggers, and they seemed to work to one extent or another. I told her we would need to reinforce them a couple more times, and then she’d be ready for the start of the season. She seemed happier than she had been earlier, and left in a pretty good mood.




High School Hypnotism Ch. 02



Before I could go any farther with this, I needed to neutralize Jessie. It would be clearly too much of a coincidence if I were to begin screwing every one of her teammates after hypnotizing them. I doubted that there was much I could do, but what I intended to do was to suggest that it not bother her when she noticed, and that she should not go out of her way to notice. I also intended to point out that a person absolutely could not be manipulated to do anything they did not want to do, and that if someone did something after being hypnotized, it was because they were already so inclined. I intended to leave her a book she could look at that reflected that same point of view. I figured that the combination of things would do the trick.

That same evening, I set the situation up. My parents were out of the house, and Jessie and I were getting dinner. I put her under, told her the details I had decided upon, and suggested she might want to read up on the subject a little. I also suggested that she find hypnotism boring, mostly so she would not feel inclined to do some heavier research. I had a very good idea how bright my sister was, and really didn’t need to have her looking too deeply into my business. 

As she stood there, I noticed that she had lost some weight, and I asked her about it. Only a week or so had passed since I had originally hypnotized her, but it was obvious that she had been working out. Jessie told me that she had already lost almost ten pounds, mostly due to better eating habits, but also because she was able to run and play volleyball.

I asked her if it made her happy to be slimmer, and when she said yes, I asked her if she wanted me to look her over and see how she was doing. She seemed to think about it for a moment, and she told me yes. "It’s hard to tell how I’m doing. I look in the mirror, and all I can see are my hips. I would like for you to look."

I walked around her carefully, looking her over for problem areas. "It’s kind of hard to tell in a few places, Jess. Your sweats hide some things."

She was still under, mind. Still, it was a huge surprise when she pulled off her sweats and stood there in her panties and bra. "Is that better?"

I sat down heavily on one of the chairs. "Yeah, that’s pretty good. You’re doing fine, Sis. Your hips look better than they did, and your arms and legs seem firmer." Then I couldn’t resist. "I can’t tell how your breasts are shaping up, though. They seem to be doing fine, too."

She paused for a moment. I purposely had not made a suggestion. Regardless, she took it as one, and she pulled off her bra. Then she pulled off her panties and stood there facing me.

The fact is, Jessie looked very nice. She was still a little heavy in her upper thighs, but everything else was coming along fine. She was quickly getting back in shape, and I was happy for her. I told her she could get dressed again, but she just stood there. "Do you have something you want to tell me?"

"Do you like to look at me?"

I was a bit taken aback. "Sure, Jess. You’re pretty and everything. Sure I like to look at you."

"Did you like it when you saw me and Tony in the front room?"

Shit. She had seen me come in and duck back out. "Honestly? I liked it, but I was also kind of wacked out by it, too. You are my sister, you know." And then I wondered about something. "How about you? Did you like being seen?"

She was not really focusing on anything, but she sort of looked at me. "At first it bothered me. I appreciated that you got the hell back out and didn’t say anything. But then I thought it was kind of…interesting to know that you’ve seen me like that. Weird, but interesting."

"Do you like that I’m looking at you now?"

"Yes. I think I do. Did you know that I talked to Sirah?"

Ah. "No, I didn’t. What did she tell you, Jess?"

She told me that you were incredible. She told me about how you had changed her life. Then she told me what it had all felt like. That was really strange."

"Why?"

She shifted around. I told her to sit, and she did. "She and I aren’t close like that. But it was really hot hearing about that. About you and her."

"What do you want, Jess?" I was pretty sure where this was heading, and I was more than a little apprehensive. There were two problems going on here at the same time. One was that my sister seemed to be hinting that she would like to get it on with me. The other was that I was developing an enormous hard-on at the thought. Oh, and there was one other thing: the parents were due back sometime soon, and I had no real idea as to when. The thought of them walking in with Jess starkers and me sporting a raging stiffie was less than optimal.

"I don’t know what I want. Not really. But I think I like having you watch me. I like that you see me naked, and I like to think that you want me. Like I want you. Do you want me?"

"You’re my sister, Jess."

"Yes, I am. Do you want me anyway?"

"I do. I do a lot. But that isn’t going to happen right now." I put her back deeper asleep, then told her to get her clothes back on. I asked her if she wanted to remember the conversation, and when she said that she did, I told her she could think about it, but that it wasn’t real. She should remember it as a dream. And then I woke her up. 

We finished dinner pretty quickly, and shortly thereafter our parents came home.

I really didn’t know what to do with the situation in my house. I had seriously enjoyed looking at my sister. I had spent years trying to catch glimpses of her, and I had always found her attractive, but there was some serious stuff going on here, and I had always been aware of the idea of incest as being a bad thing. I knew I was weakening to that, but I was very concerned that if it was going to happen, it be mutual above and apart from the hypnosis. I didn’t want to be responsible for doing something with her that she would regret if she could.

I decided to leave things well enough alone. I was going to do nothing about it. Whatever she chose to do was fine, and I wasn’t going to influence things if I could help it.

Which was fine, really, but then Tari picked that time to drop by. 

The parents had been home for about a half hour, and Jess had gone to her room to work on a paper for a comparative politics class when the doorbell rang. She was looking pretty as hell, and was wearing a white tee shirt and very tight Levis. She had a backpack, and asked me if I could help her with a problem she had been having. My mom liked her a lot, so they talked for a few minutes, and Tari and I went to my room shortly thereafter.

There weren’t a lot of formalities. She shut the door behind her, then started pulling off her clothes. Once you got past the shirt and the pants, there was only a pair of sandals, and those went first. "Lookie what I’ve got. Want to play with it?" I noticed then that she had shaved her pubic hair. She looked sexy as hell, and she stepped between my legs and pushed her pussy at me, trying to get my fingers and tongue interested. And they were.

Tari had arrived at my house ready to play, and it took almost no time at all to get her up to a fever pitch. She was rubbing her tits against my shoulders and face, working herself into a white hot frenzy. After about ten minutes, she almost looked dazed, and she was pulling at my pants, trying to free my cock for action. It was bent almost in half, and was more than ready to be freed. I was remembering how much I wanted to toss Jess onto the kitchen table, and now Tari had me all fired up. I stood up, stripped quickly, and threw her back on the bed. I went to work on her in earnest, kissing her deeply, fondling and licking her little tits, and working her pussy with my fingers, and finally, her clit with my tongue. I kept having to shush her up to keep the parents from busting in to see if someone was being butchered, and when I finally threw her legs back and made the plunge, it felt like I had been grabbed in a very tender spot with a set of velvet vise-grips. I nearly brought the parents in myself. 

We fucked in a blur of motion, and Tari held on to me with both arms as tightly as she could. I had one hand under her ass, and I was pushing as deep possible. Her eyes suddenly widened, got wild looking, and she lit off. I kissed her hard to keep the wails from echoing up the stairs or through the heating ducts. And then I came so violently it hurt for a moment.

The weird thing was that, just as we were firing off, I thought I heard my door shut. I glanced backwards and it was shut tight, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that we’d been seen.

We got cleaned up, and as it turned out, Tari did have a question for me on her homework, and we took care of business and then smooched for a while. Since I had gotten the buzzer situation sorted out, Tari was much easier to just be with, not needing to hump more than a couple of times a week. This suited me much better than before, and I got a lot more done. It also made me less likely to avoid her when she showed up horny. And, the thing was, the reason I wanted to make her in the first place was because she was fun and interesting to be with. She was definitely all of that, and more.

When she left, I went to take a shower. I made the water nice and hot, got in, and luxuriated. I washed things off, rinsed, and just stood there with the water running over my shoulders. Which was when I heard the door open. Jess.

She was wearing her robe, and when she noticed that I had seen her, she closed the door behind her, dropped the robe at her feet, and stepped naked into the shower. "We need to talk, little brother. But first, I think we need to kiss. Do you want to kiss me? Do you?" She kept stepping closer, and with the last thing she said, she pressed her breasts very firmly against my chest and her lips very firmly up against mine. I was almost instantly hard as granite, and I felt my cock ride up between her legs. She put an arm around my back, not letting me pull away, and I felt her legs move apart slightly. The tip of my cock found her pussy, and it was already warm and wet. She reached down, moved it slightly, rocked her hips a bit, and I felt myself sliding home. 

Jess’ eyes were bright and she was smiling as I sank fully inside her. I grasped her ass with both hands, driving deeper, and she gasped and kissed me fiercely. I felt her tits ride up against my ribs, and I had to get a hold on them and feel them. Leaving my left hand holding her right cheek, I ran my hand up her body, reaching her tits and caressing them. I ran my tongue over her nipples, and she arched her back, pushing them against my mouth. I could feel her clenching her pussy on my dick, and I grabbed both cheeks and lifted her from the floor of the shower. I put her back up against the wall, and drove deeply up inside her. Her breath was coming in sharp bursts, and I could feel her tensing up, grasping me hard around the shoulders. Her breath was against my neck and her nails were stroking my back. Finally, she came all in a rush, legs locked firmly around my waist, moving her pussy up and down on my dick. She scrambled down off of me, got to her knees, and took my dick in her mouth. She worked it fast and furiously, and in a blinding rush, I filled her mouth with my cum. She swallowed as quickly as it poured in, then took a drink of the water still blasting over us and rinsed out her mouth. She stood, took me in her arms, and we kissed at length. Finally, she looked me in the eyes. "Obviously, dear brother, we need to talk. Let’s get cleaned up and go to my room, shall we?"

Here ends Part 2.



High School Hypnotism Ch. 03



I stood there in the bathroom getting dried, trying to make sense of the current situation. I had almost put Jess under hypnosis in the shower and sent her back to her room. Almost. And there was a very large part of me, even now, that wished that I had.

The problem was that I didn't know what to do with my feelings.

I loved my sister. That part was easy. I was maybe even a little in love with her, as most guys are with sisters they sincerely care about. Nonetheless, there was still an incest angle to consider that had me more than a little upset with myself. It wasn't like I was bereft of other possibilities for sex partners. I mean, Jesus, I had already established by that time that there would be pussy enough, pussy to spare, and in the case of my buddy, Jerry, pussy enough to go around, apparently. So there was never a physical necessity for continuing to screw Jess, because, worst case, I had a hand and a computer with internet capability.

The conversation in my head continued back and forth, but ultimately when I thought of what had just happened, I would get a perking of interest on the part of my dick.

"Shut up, you," I said to it irritably, "this is your fault in the first place."

But I never could talk any sense into the brainless thing.

I finished combing my wet hair and put on a big, thick terrycloth robe. Then I stepped into the halls and trotted off to Jess' room. She was under her covers, comforter pulled up to her neck, and she had a serious expression on her face. I wasn't sure quite what to make of it, but I wasn't planning to get drawn off course. I had an agenda, now, and intended to follow through with it.

I closed the door behind me, and Jess sat up, bedclothes dropping to her lap. She was bare as far as I could see and she looked great. Her nipples were tightly crinkled, indicating either arousal or a significant chill. The room seemed warm enough, so I bet on the latter, which was flattering. 

"Sit down, Lee," she said, patting the bed beside her.

I stepped instead to her desk and pulled out the chair. "Thanks. I think under the circumstances it might be better if I sat here."

She smiled lazily. "Ok. If it suits you." She yawned expressively, twisting her legs beneath her and extended her arms. She also lay back down, entirely uncovered, and looked at me with an "Oops! What happened here?" kind of expression. 

I looked her over while she smiled at me, lingering over the curves and planes of her body. The thing is, Jess was beautiful, even if she wasn't, quite, pretty. Her face, asleep or in repose, was almost plain. Her hair was a light brown and straight, and her body, as I've noted was nice and getting better with exercise, but still nothing exceptional. The thing is, though, that everything changed when she smiled. Her face would – still does - light up almost incandescently, and she is transformed from not quite pretty to outright beautiful.

And she was smiling right then, damn it.

This was going to be a lot more difficult than I thought. It got even worse when she began stroking and touching herself all over her body, still watching me closely and smiling. If I didn't do something quickly, I was going to be all over momentarily. I triggered her, and she sank into sleep.

I sat down beside her. I still wanted to kiss her from stem to stern and continue the action from the shower, but I held off. "Jess, why do you want to have sex with me?"

"Because I love you. I always have."

"Why didn't I ever know it? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I couldn't. I could never think of a way that didn't sound wrong."

"So why is it ok now?"

"Because something's different. You're different. More sexual. More open to try new things."

"Do you know that I love you, too?"

She sighed. "I've always known. Even when we were kids, I've known."

"What did you know, Jess?"

"I asked Mom once if I could marry you when we grew up, and she said brothers and sisters couldn't marry. But I wanted to then."

This was getting uncomfortably close to the heart. "How about now, Jess?"

"I would marry you if I could. I just want to be close to you, like when we were kids."

"How close were we as kids, Jess? What do you mean?"

"When we were young in Washington, we were together all of the time. You were everything to me. But that changed."

I remembered then. We had been very close, and we played together constantly. We lived maybe a half-mile from the coast, and were at the ocean all the time. We lived a good deal distant from anyone, and there were no kids even relatively close by. That changed. One day, there was a boy in the neighborhood besides me, and at first, the three of us were a team. And then, finally, he and I became close friends, and Jess drifted off. Or maybe I did. I can't remember.

"Do you miss those days, Jess?"

"I miss being close to you."

"Is our having sex very important to you?"

"I like it, and I want it. I want you. But I mostly want you."

So here it was, finally. I needed to ask.

"Jess. If we became as close as we were as kids right now, would having sex with me be as important to you as it is today?"

"No."

"Would you still want to have sex with me?"

"Yes."

"But would it break your heart if we didn't?"

"No. I'd rather be close to you."

And there it was. She wanted her brother back as he was, not a lover. Not exactly, though. I could see that there was some psychology at work in her mind that I simply wasn't qualified to do anything about, and could only cause problems if I tried. One thing I could do, though, was to give her what she wanted and then stop having sex with her.

I gave her a series of very specific instructions doing just that. I told her that she should think of us as best friends, and that I thought of her the same way. I told her that she could confide anything, and that I would trust her with my life. Then I told her that her evening had gone differently than it had, that she had heard Tari and I, but that she had gotten a headache and gone to bed. She had not gone to the shower, and we had not made love. I went through these points several times. Finally, I told her to get up and get dressed. She did so. Then I put her to bed, kissed her forehead, then turned out the light and left.

I realized that I would probably have to spend some time reinforcing the suggestions I had made. I also knew that I would absolutely have to live up to the commitment I made to her. If I allowed myself to drift off again because something or someone else interested me more than Jess, it would likely cause some problems I would be unable to do anything about.

Obviously, the hypnosis gig was going to have all sorts of complications. I had already found a few, and figured that more would surface over time.

Sometimes, I really hate it when I'm right.

Over the next few days, Jess and I spent a lot of time together around the house. We played pool, cards, and board games, but mostly spent a lot of time talking. She kept working out, and was getting stronger and fitter. That pleased her a lot, but she was even more pleased, seemingly, when I called her attention to how good she was looking.

School was interesting, also. Tari continued to be a fascination, and Sirah had actually sent me some business. One of her friends, Lori Jaskin, came over one afternoon wanting to know if I could help her quit smoking. Lori was straight, a blonde feminist with small breasts and wide hips (Seemingly. As she wore overalls and a baggy t-shirt, it was hard to get a solid perspective on her shape). She also had a smelly attitude where men were concerned. I had some ideas where I wanted this interlude to go right from the start, and fortunately, she was extremely easy to hypnotize. With the usual testing and deepening exercises I employed, perhaps 40 minutes elapsed. I worked through a number of smoking specific suggestions, and gave her a trigger word that would help her control the habit. And then the fun began.

I had almost no patience with the hardcore feminist type, and she definitely fit that description. I asked her a few questions about her views of politics, relations between the sexes and the like, not that I was all that well versed myself at the time. I just knew I'd had enough with the man-bashing stuff, and so I set about changing her perspective. So I worked on the idea that men and women are not equal, but are each really good at particular things – but not necessarily the same things. I gave her suggestions on lots of things suggested by her views, not to change her mind so much as to get her to consider the opposing viewpoint. To me, that seemed to be her particular problem, aside from that set of big hips. The hips I dealt with by suggesting a need to exercise and a desire to lay off of the bagels and cream cheese. And the Haagen Dasz. 

All of that accomplished, I asked her what she thought about sex. She said she could take it or leave it, and that it didn't matter which gender she was with. She'd tried both, and liked males better, but not by a lot. She said she wasn't close to many people and that the intimacy of sex bothered her and the messiness was off-putting. With specific suggestions, I worked to alter her opinion enough to get her looking at sex with a more open perspective.

I used the buzzer, as always, and suggested that she find me attractive, and ever more so each time I buzzed.

And then I woke her up.

I walked her through her smoking trigger word, making sure she knew what it was and how she might best employ it. Since she was actually having a bit of nicotine fit at the time, we tried the word, and it seemed to work. "That's kind of odd," she said. "It doesn't take the craving away, exactly. It just makes it easier to ignore." She seemed happy at the prospect. "This will work."

I cautioned her that we would need to do a couple of sessions to strengthen the word and guard against its failure through too much use. And then I buzzed her.

Initially, there was no reaction I could see. She continued to talk about how awful it was to be a smoker and how tough it was to break the habit. So I buzzed her again, and then again. I finally saw a reaction when she slid around to sit facing me on the couch, her eyes bright and her hands playing with the straps of her overalls. We talked for a few more minutes, and I buzzed her again. Suddenly, she stood, flipped the straps off of her shoulders, and dropped the overalls to the carpet. She stepped out of them and her sandals, and then pulled off her top. Since she wore no underwear, she was ready for action.

I gave her a quick once over. Her hair was a bit wild, having just had a t-shirt dragged over it, and she was breathing hard. Moving downwards, her hips were big, but not as large as I had believed. They were nicely shaped, and her pubic hair was trimmed short. A quick glance upwards revealed cute, pink tipped tits that were, apparently, almost all nipple and aureole and poked out charmingly. And one more thing. I could see that the inside of her thighs was damp.

She was more than ready. So, what the hell. I buzzed her again. 

For lack of a better way to put it, she threw herself on me. Without warning, I had a five-foot four inch bare naked guided missile lip locked to my face. She was frantically trying to get my shirt unbuttoned and my pants undone. I took hold of her, tossing her back onto the couch and raising her arms above her head, then holding them there with one hand. Then I began to investigate her trembling body with my other hand, down her side, down the outside of her leg, and then up the inside. As I got closer to her pussy, she started to arch her back, trying like crazy to get it in contact with me. I wouldn't let her. "Oooh God," she moaned, her head moving side to side. "This is just too….God…please take me….touch me, can't I just….." She kept having fragments of thoughts and I kept exploring her form with my free hand. I finally ran my fingers over her nipples, and she nearly came just from that. I could smell her pussy, hot and liquid, and her breathing was deep and fast. At the point where I was pretty sure she couldn't hold back an orgasm, not that she was trying, I suddenly stood up.

She lay there, stunned and on edge, her arms coming down to circle her breasts. She looked at me looking at her, and seemingly didn't know what to do. I just stood there, taking in her form, waiting. Finally, she crept off of the couch and came over to me. She knelt in front of me, and started unbuttoning my pants. After some jitters and false starts, she got my cock out and started to lick it. Slowly at first, and then with increasing energy, she worked it over, sucking, licking and swirling with no small amount of native talent. I could feel the tinglings of impending eruption, and stepped back from her. I took off my clothes and walked over to her. She rolled onto her back and threw her legs into the air. I knelt between her legs, and fed my dick into her hot and happy cunt. She shuddered, a slight smile, then a larger one playing on her lips. After a moment, I sank in to the balls, then took her legs on my shoulders and started a slow, nasty rhythm. Every time I could feel her building to orgasm, I would interrupt her, then change position. This served to frustrate her on the one hand, and make her even more eager to fuck on the other. It also helped me hold on, too, as Lori was tight, slick and very enthusiastic. Finally, when I felt her right on the edge of cumming, I took her from behind and got my hands onto her cute, little tits. She cried out, a scream quickly choked off, and then whimpered as I continued to pound into her from behind. A moment later, I filled her with my hot cum, and she collapsed beneath me. "Oh God…oh my God…that was so good! How can that be so good? How can that be so damned good?" She was breathing hard, like she'd run a sprint in lead shoes. I slipped out of her, and lay down beside her. She turned over to look at me. "My God, Lee! How do you do that? That was incredible! My God!" She slid over to me and began to kiss me energetically and extensively. Her hands roamed all over my body, seemingly trying to take me all in. She slid over to me and threw her leg over mine, pushing her soaked and spunk-filled pussy up against my leg. She started rubbing against it. Clearly, the floodgates had been opened. This was going to be one hot little number, if I could get her head screwed on straight about sex. I took the fact that she was energetically trying to get the attention of my dick to be a good sign in that regard.

After about ten minutes, my John Thomas rose from the dead, and she climbed onboard and filled herself with me. She tossed her hair about and played with her tits as she bounced on my groin. "Do I feel good to you? Can you feel me trying to hold you?" She got nastier with her movements, and a good deal more pointed in what she was trying to accomplish. She was chasing a second, monumental orgasm, and seemed to be approaching it closer and closer with each movement of her hips. I grabbed her ass and ground into her pussy and clit even harder, and she threw her head back and groaned. Then I pulled her down to me and got my tongue onto her nipples. She started to shiver violently and her chest started to blush. Her cunt clamped down on my dick, trying to milk it dry, and for a second, it seemed as though she could make no sound whatsoever. Finally, she sort of choked and froze in place, then started to cry. She collapsed against me, and cried like a baby for some moments. I just held her and stroked her hair. I did not cum a second time, but didn't worry about it. Some things are just more important.

Eventually, eyes a bit swollen and red, she managed to stop, and I wiped them away with my thumb. "Are you ok," I asked, still stroking her hair.

She smiled, or tried to. She snuggled in closer to me. "I don't know what that was all about. I just, it just feels like I let something go, and I don't know what it is. I feel all sad, and happy and tired and headachy." She smiled, this time for real. "And sexy." She perched up onto her elbows and looked at me. "Do you know that this is the first time in my life that I've ever felt sexy?"

"No. You're kidding, right?"

"Nope. I always felt kind of ugly and stupid and fat. When I got asked out, I just figured they wanted to fuck me and nothing else. You know? I've seen all sorts of girls used like that. Guys fuck them, then move on."

I looked up at her shining little face. "You're a pretty girl, Lori, and you have a cute little body."

She sat up, looking at me to see if I was serious. "You don't think I look too fat? What about my hips?" She patted her hips and thighs. "I'm built kind of big in the butt."

"I rolled over onto an elbow. "When I first saw you, you were wearing those overalls, and they made your butt look real big. They also made it look like you didn't have any tits." I smiled. "Both of those appearances are wrong. Your tits aren't all that big, but they're real nice to look at and touch, and you have a nice ass. It's not too big, it's not flabby, and it's nice and round." I grinned. "Face it, Lori, you're a bit of a wet dream. And, my God, if I knew what you were like in bed.." I looked around at the carnage on the floor "..or whatever this was, I'd have been all over you when you walked in."

Her eyes got really large for a moment, as though she was working over a new concept. "Lee? Please don't laugh. I really need to know this."

"What is it?"

She struggled with herself for a moment. "It's just…do you really think I'm attractive? Am I pretty? Do you think so?" The look in her eyes was heartbreaking.

I sat up and moved in close to her. "I think you're beautiful, Lori. I think you're absolutely gorgeous." I could tell she wanted to believe what I was saying, but somehow couldn't. I triggered her, then suggested that I was not lying to her, and that she could believe me completely. Then I woke her back up. She looked at me for a moment, not knowing what to say, then stared at the floor for a few moments. I didn't know what to do for her, until I saw the tears collecting in the carpet beneath her eyes. I held her, and she was choked with sobs for several long moments. She finally got control of herself again, holding me as tightly as she could. I gently unwound her from my shoulders and neck.

"Lori. Did someone actually tell you that you were fat and ugly?"

She nodded, not quite able to speak. Then "uh-huh. Starting in second grade. I was always a skinny kid, then I started to gain weight. I got chunky, then chubby, then fat." She seemed hard pressed to go on. "By the time I was in fifth grade, I was obese, and people made fun of me, even people I though were my friends. It was just so hard!" She got a bit animated then. "People see a fat kid, and they're an easy target. I was an easy target. I had no shell, no way to protect myself. I got beat up by other girls, teased. So I set out to lose the weight. I tried. But by that time, I already had my reputation."

"So what did you do then?"

She shook her head, smiled tiredly. "Tried not to let it bother me. Then I got quick witted and insulted people first. I got good at it, and people left me alone. And when I started to write, I wrote a lot of mean, biting things about the 'oppression of a man's gaze' and other rude things about cute women who chased men." She leaned back, reached out and touched me on the nose. "And men who chased women. I learned to keep people away, because they can't hurt you at arm's length."

"You know what I think?"

"No. Should I?"

I smiled at her widely. "For starters, you should know that I think you're sexy and attractive. Second, I think you're beautiful and smart. Third, I think you need to let the past be in the past, and live here in the present with the rest of us." I paused to let it sink in. "Everyone had a hard time as a kid. Even kids who seem to have it easy usually go through stuff that scars them for life. Face it, pretty tits, being a kid sucks." I noticed that she smiled at being called "pretty tits." Objectification? I don't know, but she liked having her breasts appreciated. Her nipples crinkled a bit and she seemed happier.




High School Hypnotism Ch. 03



We talked for quite some time, and then got cleaned up and dressed. She left to go to a staff meeting of the college paper, and I cleaned up the den as best I could.

Later, I thought for a while by myself, staring at the Chagall lithograph my mother liked. Lori had been sweet, nice and grateful when she left. We had held each other at the door, and she walked away like someone had lifted the truck someone had parked on her soul. And I knew that I had helped to lift that truck. It was a good feeling, actually even better than the sex. And the thing was, the sex with her had been really great.

I talked for a bit with Jess before we went to bed. I told her about Lori's visit, and the reason for it. I asked her what she knew of Lori, and Jess said she was sweet but very angry and guarded. "What would you say," I asked, "if I told you she was a lot less angry now? Maybe a good deal happier?" 

"What did you do?"

"Well, I had to work through some stuff to treat her smoking properly. Smoking and anger were all twisted together. So I got her to talk about what things were like growing up, and she was pretty open about being heavy and picked on, and not having the thick skin she needed to survive it. So I helped her understand that what happened then doesn't have to control what happens now. So she has some things to think about, and she seemed to have a new perspective about herself."

"Did you sleep with her?"

I smiled. "Come on. No, I didn't."

"Sleep?"

"I think I'll take the fifth, if you don't mind."

She tsked at me, then said "Asked and answered, I think. Well?"

"Really? She's actually a pretty girl. She just dresses badly for her figure. Wearing things that accentuate the hips and de-emphasize the breasts are a bad idea for big hipped, small breasted girls."

"And how do you know what looks good on a girl?"

"Easy, sister of mine. I look at you, and I get it right every time."

She dimpled. 

Things progressed. About a week after Lori came by the first time, she showed up looking a good deal different. She arrived wearing jeans and a t-shirt, her hair tied back in a ponytail, and a small touch of make-up lit her face. What had become apparent only naked when I saw her last was very apparent, and appealing, on first glance. Her bottom was a bit larger than I remembered, but was nicely shaped and suited her. The t-shirt accentuated her small breasts, and she was smiling brightly. I mention her attire now because I couldn't see it on first glance. As I opened the front door, she rushed in and threw herself at me, kissing me firmly on the mouth and then wrapping her arms around my waist. "So? What do you think?"

"I think I like to be greeted like that," I smiled. She stepped back, smiled even more widely, then spun around. Absolutely delightful. She came back over and took my hands in hers. 

"Lee, I don't know how to thank you. I just feel so good about myself, about how I look. And guess what," she asked, jumping up and down a little, "I haven't smoked since I left last week! Isn't that great?"

"Wonderful! But does this mean you're not coming by any more?"

She shut the door, looked around the upstairs. "Anyone home?"

"No. Just me. Why?"

She didn't answer, instead taking me by the hand and leading me downstairs. I directed her into my room, and she closed the door and locked it behind us. She walked me over to my bed, sat me down on the edge, and then stepped back. She flipped her shoes off behind the door and reached up to unfasten her hair. She had changed the look of it a little, and it lay lightly around her face and accentuated her cheekbones. I was trying to decide how much I preferred it to the previous style, when she started to tease me with her shirt. Smiling, she pulled the front up a little, showing her belly, and then down again. A little higher, and then down again. And then a little higher. After a moment or two, she turned and pulled it off completely. When she spun back around, she had her breasts in her hands, covering the aureoles and nipples. She took her time about letting me see her tits, then letting go, let them jiggle a bit for me. She started on her pants, unbuttoning, showing her panties, flashing a little skin. Lower and lower the pants went, until she took them off and stood there in a light blue thong. She was watching me closely for my reaction, then apparently reassured, she turned and bent over some, showing me her behind. Very nice, and very hot. I could see that the thong was getting wetter the longer she stood there, and there was a good view of her pussy as well. 

She stood back up, then started pulling the thong aside a little, demonstrating that the haircut she had gotten extended to her bush as well. When she was sure I had seen, she pulled the thong to her ankles and stepped out of it. 

Lori was beautiful standing there, nipples crinkled, hair gorgeous, and her smile like a million candles. Her bare pussy looked a little pouty, and I decided to do something about that.

I got up, walked over to her, then lifted her and carried her to my bed. I lay beside her, and we kissed for a few long moments, and then I began to kiss my way down to her thighs. I rolled her over.

Starting gently around her shoulders, I began to massage and caress her back and shoulders, working my way carefully down her spine. She whimpered slightly and settled in. I went lower, kissing her back and gently loosening her muscles and awakening her skin. I reached her bottom, massaging and kissing my way around her firm twin globes, then started around the outside of her thighs. 

I kissed and licked my way to her ankles, then started back up the inside of her legs. I allowed myself to reach the upper inside of her thighs, and then turned her back over.

Clearly, she was turned on and relaxed, and she tried to get my shirt and pants off. I wasn't having any of that. I kissed and necked with her for a few, increasingly hot minutes, then worked my way back down from her lips. I passed closely around her aureoles, found her navel, and then left small kisses in a trace to her bare little pussy. I touched her lips with a finger. She was incredibly ready, and tried to push up against it. I reached up, running my hand over her breasts, then started to stroke and attend to them. Then I licked carefully from the bottom of her lips to the top, gliding gently over her clit. She jumped, and then tried to push her pubis against my head. I gently licked and lightly blew air on her pussy, and she began to moan and move her hips rhythmically. As I continued, her breath got faster and her breathing grew deeper. She took hold of the back of my head, trying to get me nearer to her. 

I kept up my gentle motions, and then, when I could feel her movements become a bit spasmodic, thrust my tongue up inside her. Then I started to lick her clit, firmly and for a few minutes all at once. I was watching her face to the extent I could, and her eyes flew open, almost panic stricken, and then firmly closed. She groaned, thrusting against me, and at the point when I thought she had to explode, I thrust two fingers into her and pushed. She cried out, and grabbed me, trying to pull me up onto her. Instead, I finished her off.

She groaned deeply, let out an almost shriek, and then moved her hips in a circle, around and around. I sat up and watched her, keeping a hand on her, and then moving it up to play with her tits.

She caught her breath, then attacked me, not that I put up much struggle. Within a moment, she was astride me, bouncing on my cock with abandon. She just kept smiling at each filthy thing she did. She cupped her tits and offered them to me. She leaned down and licked her juices from my face. She clamped down with her pussy absolutely as hard as she could, and then began to bounce at a greater speed. I could feel myself readying, and as I began to swell just before shooting off, she climbed off and placed my dick between her little tits. She moved up and down, licking it when the tip poked beyond my dick. I shot explosively, getting her face and chest. I took my shirt and gently cleaned her up.

We lay there for quite some time, and even though I could feel myself getting attached to her, I knew it would be better for both of us if she found a nice guy her age. It turned out that she was a junior, which made her at least three ears older than I was.

What can I say? She was terrific and I liked her a lot. I was extremely happy that being around me had helped her blossom; there's no other way to put it. But I knew that my time was limited, and that I needed to spend a lot of it with Jess. I also had Tari out there, and Sirah had called, asking to come over for another treatment. And she said she was bringing a friend.

So I put Lori under, gave her a booster suggestion in regards to her smoking, and then told her she should find a terrific guy at college and make the two of them happy. It took a good deal of time to make that suggestion, because she had obviously gotten attached to me and wanted to continue our relationship. I told her that I would see her whenever she liked, but that what she needed was a nice guy closer to her own age, someone to maybe marry and build a life with.

About thirty minutes later, showered and looking cute, she left.

I sat for a while and reflected on my situation. Here I was, this incredibly lucky guy who could have any woman I wanted, provided, of course, I could get them to sit still long enough for the treatment to take effect, and I wasn't exactly making fuck slaves of these girls. One was careening around school, attacking me at random moments whenever I was least likely to imagine she was near. Two more were over at the university, changed (I hoped) for the better, happier (I also hoped) and more confident about their appeal. And finally, my sweet sister who had actually seduced me, and who I had hypnotized into ending our relationship before it really began.

Some mind controller I was!

The truly weird thing was that while I kept hypnotizing girls, I normally didn't do much with them. Ok, I usually wanted to see the equipment, and then I'd just make the appropriate suggestions and end the treatment. But sometimes, like when one of the girls at school, Melanie Hendricks, wanted to be hypnotized because she heard it was FUN, I decided to have a little fun, too.

She stopped me by my car in the school parking lot, and told me what it was she wanted. She was all chirpy and happy. She also had enormous boobs, and she wanted to bring along one of her friends to watch. I said ok, and I told her where I lived.

My thought was to try and do a two-fer, two at a time, something I'd never accomplished. So when she and Kendra Draper came over, I had already set up our family room for the purpose.

I had Melanie lay down on the sofa and had Kendra sit in a chair that directly faced the lamp I was using. Speaking firmly, yet carefully and softly, I began to walk Melanie through her paces. I kept an eye on Kendra, though, hoping she would react. Just when I was giving up hope, Kendra started to show unmistakable signs of trance, just when Melanie was going rather deeply under. I concentrated on words that would work for them both, and finally got her to sleep. I took a moment to get Melanie very deeply asleep and stabilized, then finished my business with Kendra. 

A bit more description seems in order here. Melanie, as I briefly noted, had huge breasts and was somewhat proportional all over. She was almost platinum blonde, and had quite pale skin. Kendra was maybe 5'1'' and was very slender, almost skinny. She seemingly had no tits at all, and was very slight around the hips. She was kind of cute, but no one would accuse her of beauty until or unless she gained some weight and some useful inches here and there. I worked with her, finally getting her very deeply asleep, and I began to ask her about sex. It turned out that she had not only been active, but also enthusiastic with her sexual favors. One relatively recent incident she finally told me about was a keg party where she took on several members of the basketball team and, apparently, wore them out. I decided that she would be fun, and told her to go to sleep for the moment. Then I began to work with Melanie.

It became quickly apparent that she had not been active sexually, not recently, not ever. After some careful questioning, she related that she had not wanted to be with anyone because all people ever did was look at her breasts. She was mad about the idea that people only noticed her because of her lush figure, but when I asked her why, if that was the case, did she always play on the size of her tits to get attention? She said something about not knowing any other way.

But I had thought of something.

I knew that she was a member of the National Honor Society and had a high GPA, but she never called attention to that. I told her that she should never show herself to be less intelligent than she was. She should never be obnoxious about being very bright, but that she should never NEVER pretend to be stupid when she manifestly was not. I also told her that not all guys wanted to be around her because of the size of her boobs. I said that some guys were interested mostly because she acted dumb, and they thought they had a shot. And then I told her that it was always ok to trust me, and then I put her back deeper to sleep.

I told Kendra that she would be very attracted to me, but also very attracted to Melanie. She would want us both, and if she really wanted to do it, she should try to figure out a way for that to happen.

I woke her up and told her that she fell asleep. She was surprised at that, but seemed to accept the idea. She asked about Melanie, who lay there on my couch with her breasts jutting up high through her light sweater. Kendra came over and sat by me, asking me a lot of questions about hypnotism and putting her hands on me at every opportunity. She found a way to get even closer, practically on my lap, and then I found myself kissing her before I knew it myself, and I'd been watching. We kissed for a bit, getting more and more heated, and then she tossed her shirt off onto the floor. 

The fact was that she was almost flat-chested. She had tiny brown nipples, tightly crinkled, and was lean and tight. I licked them, and she came absolutely unglued, thrusting her hips across my hardening crotch insistently. Then she stood and got naked, watching me and Melanie.

"Does she know what we're doing?"

I grinned. "Yes and no. She's aware of us because she has to be. I may need to give her suggestions, so she knows what's going on, but she isn't aware of it in any way she'll remember."

"So….what would happen if.."

"Yes?"

She was looking at Melanie's tits. "If I felt her up? You know, checked her out a little."

"Why would you want to do that?"

Kendra looked a bit uncomfortable, but excited. "I just want to see what she looks like. I want to see if those are real." She cupped her own chest. "Call it jealousy, but I want to look."

She walked over and started to unbutton Melanie's sweater. "Will she wake up?"

"Not if I tell her not to." I did, and Kendra went to work. After a few minutes, Melanie was completely bared to us, lying on her clothes for the most part. Kendra just stood there, staring.

I put her back under. Then I told Melanie that it was ok for her body to react to sensation, that there was nothing to worry about, and that it was just a dream. More for Kendra's sake than anything, though, I told Melanie that if she though she didn't want to do anything sexual, she should just say no out loud, and the action would stop. Then I told Kendra to finish stripping when I woke her up, and that it was ok to play with Melanie. I woke Kendra up, and she peeled her clothes off and walked over to Melanie. She looked at me, seemingly for permission, then knelt and touched Melanie's tits. She caressed them for quite some time, and then felt all over her bared body. Kendra got up between Melanie's legs, looking at her pussy and thighs. All of a sudden, her head dipped and she began to munch on hair pie. 

Kendra started slowly, licking all around Melanie's bush, then began licking and fingering her pussy in earnest. While she was licking and fingering, Kendra's own cunt was waving about in the air staring at me. It was getting wetter by the minute, so I thought 'why not' and went for it. I opened my pants and pulled out my stiffening dick. I played around the opening for a moment, getting it wet, and then plunged to the balls. Kendra whimpered, then grunted and began to push back against it. I started a nice, leisurely pace, and then picked it up as Kendra grew rapidly more frantic.

Melanie, too, was getting involved. She was almost mewing, rotating her hips and clutching at her tits. Kendra was moving her mouth faster and faster against Melanie's cunt, and it became obvious that she was trying to get Melanie to cum at the same time. It wasn't going to happen. I reached around and pulled on Kendra's tight little nipples and felt her pussy clench like a fist. I was surprised, and found myself cumming sharply and harder than I expected. When she felt me fire off, Kendra made an odd sort of groan/shriek and started to spasmodically hump against me, and then freeze in place, whimpering. Melanie, momentarily forgotten, writhed under Kendra's mouth. Coming to her senses, Kendra finished her off, Melanie shoving her wet pussy up onto her face. She made little sound, and soon was still again. I got my clothing back together while Kendra got dressed, and then we put Melanie's clothing back together. I triggered Kendra, told her to forget the impromptu orgy had happened, and then I woke them both up.

Kendra had to leave right away, and Melanie said she wanted to stay, that she had some questions. Kendra left, and I got us some soft drinks and we sat to talk.

Melanie had a little smile on her face during our conversation. Finally, I couldn't help myself; I asked her why. She grinned and told me that she hadn't been under hypnosis!

She had liked what I said to her. She thought that was very nice, and that she would take my advice to heart and stop trying to be something she was not. She had been about to tell me she was awake when she wondered what I was going to do with Kendra. She waited. And she was more than happy she did. I just sat there, wondering what new horror was going to come to pass. But it wasn't so horrible.

Melanie stood up and said she needed to get a shower. I asked if she needed to have me drive her home, and she said no, then walked off to my bathroom, then stopped and turned. She crooked a finger at me, I followed her in, and found her sitting on my bed, taking off her sweater. "I figure I lost my virginity with women today, so I think I ought to even things up. You want to?" She said this last with her sweater open and her tits jutting out at me. While she waited for an answer, she pulled her bra down, then spun it around and unhooked it. 

Frankly, her boobs looked even more impressive with her sitting up than they did with her lying down. I went over to her and we kissed for quite some time. I was as gentle with her as I knew how to be, and we went very slowly. Shortly thereafter, she was naked and I was searching her body for nerve endings with my tongue. She seemed very shy, not at all sure of what she was doing, and so I was very careful to make sure she and I were on the same page as to events. I would caress her in a particular way, and look her in the eyes to check how she was handling it. As she got hotter and hotter, she became less and less inclined to hold back, and by the time she was really ready for action, she had climbed on my groin and busily worked to insert my cock into her pussy. She got the tip inserted, then began to rock a bit back and forth.




High School Hypnotism Ch. 03



Personally, I thought it was a very good idea that she had taken it on herself at that point. I wasn't quite sure what to do with the whole virginity thing, but figured that if she had problems with her hymen tearing, she would be first to know and could stop immediately. Before she got me completely wedged inside of her, I came to my senses, got a condom out of my nightstand and had her put it on me. She seemed happy to have the protection, and after a bit of fiddling around to get herself situated properly, she dropped her weight down atop my dick, which punched inside her sharply. She cried out a little, and when I asked her if things hurt, she said they did a bit, but it was feeling better. She started moving slowly at first, checking out the way things felt, apparently. As she became convinced it would not hurt much, she started to bounce away like crazy. She was almost frighteningly tight and slick, and I thought in one fleeting moment that it was good I'd already climaxed once, or I'd be a goner here in quick order. 

She had one arm under her tits to support them as she bounced and ground against me, and when she slowed at one moment, apparently tiring in the hips, I flipped her over and began plowing away at flank speed. She began panting and moaning, getting louder, seemingly, with each passing moment. She threw her legs around my back, her arms around my shoulders and her tits up against my face. I licked and nibbled at her boobs while continuing my rhythm into her little box. All at once, she let loose a curious little whine, high pitched and warbling, and then she nearly crushed me with her legs and arms. I glanced at her eyes, and they were rolled back in her head. She was cumming shatteringly.

I kept stroking away, feeling the pressure build in back of my dick. I was getting ready to fire away when I realized she was nearly ready to cum again. I held myself back slightly, trying to let her catch up, and when I bazooka-ed into her tight little quim, she cried out and came again. 

We slowed out movements to a crawl, then stopped, holding each other. After a moment, she began to notice that things down there were a little sore, so I carefully pulled out and she skipped off to shower. I cleaned things up around the family room, then got in with her and washed her back. We kissed for a bit, then got dried off. As we dried, just for the hell of it, I triggered her and she fell into a trance. It became very apparent that she had been hypnotized. After some questioning, it was also apparent that she had very much wanted to get laid, if not ravaged, and had tried to set things up appropriately.

The part I never could get straight was whether she had been in a trance the whole time, or had roused herself to go after what she wanted. I didn't worry about it much. Instead, I made sure that I could get her back under when I wanted, gave her a suggestion to mitigate the pain in her pussy, made sure that she only remembered what I wanted her to remember, and woke her up. We finished dressing and she left to go home to dinner.

I found myself falling asleep at the dinner table. Jess was watching me closely, and had a big grin on her face when she could catch my eye. I was fuck-foundered, and needed some time off from the wars to recover. I went to bed about 9:00 pm and fell instantly to sleep.

Some time later, something awoke me. I looked around into the darkness, not seeing anything much, then looked at the clock. 2:00 am. Way too early to be up, way too late to be active. I laid back and closed my eyes, then realized there was someone in the room. I turned over, looked at my desk, and Jess was sitting there in her bath robe, watching me sleep.

"Hey, Jess."

"Hey, Lee."

"What's up? Can't sleep?"

"No. Not really. I was just feeling kind of lonely and everyone's asleep. I came in here and felt a little better. Hope you don't mind."

I got up on one elbow. "I don't mind. Are you ok?"

She rocked back a little. "Yeah. Pretty much. I've just been doing a lot of thinking."

"What about?"

"You sure? It's pretty early."

I smiled. It wasn't so dark that she couldn't see it. "Not a problem. I'm already awake."

She shook her head. " I just…I've just been thinking a lot about things, Lee. About us, and…" She tossed her hair back, pulled her legs in towards her body and circled her knees with her arms. "I'm just having a problem with something, and you're the only one I can talk to." She paused, false started a couple of times, then went on. "I've been having these incredibly vivid dreams lately. Very sexy, very sexual. I don't know what to do with them."

"Why? I'd think you just enjoy them and clean up the bed if you have to in the morning."

"Ick. Girls don't do that." She threw a paperback at my head, which I ducked. "The problem is who I'm having the sex with. In my dreams."

I waited, and I was pretty certain what she'd say, but I waited anyway.

"Lee, I keep having these dreams about you and me. God, there, I said it!" She ducked her head, held onto it with her hands on either side. "I know it's not real, but my God. There's one dream in particular. Want to hear it?"

I did. So, apparently, did my dick. As noted before, I never could talk any sense into it.

"Can I sit there with you? I really need to be held right at the moment."

So there she sat with my arms around her. I carefully kept my prong away from her body and stroked her hair.

She turned to face me. "Lee, the most vivid dream is one where you're taking a shower and I come in and make love to you. Even now, I can't help it. It's so incredibly sexy to me. I just…" She moved her face in closer to mine. "Does it sound sexy to you? Does it?"

I tried to say something innocuous. Too late. She had me in a lip lock that was absolutely unbelievable, and had her robe off and me on my back in seconds. She was on top of me, searching in my sweat pants for my dick, and when she found it filled to the point of painful twitching, she slurped it into her mouth and started swirling and sucking. 

She was incredible, and she was driving me quite completely insane. My only recourse was to flip around and get my hands (and tongue) onto her clit. This took a bit of doing, as she had plans she was trying to stick to, but in a moment, we were joyfully 69ing and making happy little noises. I could feel her thighs tense up, and she almost jumped off of the bed and got herself settled into another attack. She threw herself on me, pushed me up inside her, and we lay there on our sides blissfully moving to the music only we could hear.

We drifted from position into position, me leading sometimes, and sometimes she led. At one point, I glanced at the clock in passing and realized that we had been making love for something in the area of an hour and a half. There just didn't seem to be any compelling reason to climax, and it felt so damn good to just stay attached to each other. 

We finally came, almost at the same time, clutching each other and looking into each other's eyes. It felt so damn nice to just hold each other at that point, and only the prospect of our parents walking in and seeing us twisted up in sex soiled sheets got us up and active.

She showered first while I cleaned up the room a bit, and then I cleaned off. When I came back out, she was sitting on the bed, wrapped in her robe, looking at me closely. "Lee? Would you answer something for me? Please be honest." I said ok, sure or some such thing. She went on. "That dream I had, the two of us in the shower. That wasn't a dream, was it?" I didn't say anything, and she nodded. "I thought it was too vivid. So why did you hypnotize me?"

"Jess, I just got worried. I was afraid for you, for us. I love you, and the last thing I would ever do is hurt you. And I was pretty sure that you would end up hurt if we became lovers."

"Lee. You have to trust me. You have to trust my love for you. I do love you, you know."

"I know, Jess. I love you, too. I'm in love with you. This is just so damn confusing."

She shook her head. "We can't have secrets between us. That was a secret, Lee. It could have come back and hurt us both very badly, so let's not do that anymore. We have to be honest with each other. So be honest with me now. Do you want me? Do you want to be with me, make love to me?"

I thought for a scant second. "I can't think of anything that is more important to me, Jess."

"Then let's just love each other and take care of each other. We have something pretty special, so let's not screw it up. Ok?"

Which was my cue to grab her and hold her tight. We held on into the night, and she went back to her room when my alarm went off.

I lay there in the darkness, thinking, thinking. I knew I wanted her more than anything. I also knew that I was enjoying the hell out of the other girls I was screwing, and I even thought I was doing them some good.

There had to be a way for me to have it all. Just had to.

Here ends Part 3.