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Saturday, July 31, 2004

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This story was inspired and is dedicated to Laura

Laura Baby Sits Part(1) By Blueboy

Being a single dad of two I often had difficulty in finding a reliable
babysitter with whom I could leave my two children Ben aged thirteen and
Jenny aged eleven. One day I was in the local newsagents and saw a redhead
putting an advert in the shop window, I had no idea at this time what the
advert was for but the redhead certainly caught my eye. I decided to look
at the ad and to get the phone number I had not plucked up the courage to
speak to her in the shop but decided that I might ring her sometime. I did
not know what it was about her, she was in her early twenties with red hair
and jade green eyes, after she had left the shop I suddenly felt sad that I
had not spoken to her. I left the shop and scanned the adverts checking
the dates, only one advert with today's date and it read, "STUDENT AGED
TWENTY TWO SEEKS LOCAL BABY SITTING WORK, TRUSTWORTHY AND RELIABLE, CONTACT
LAURA ON xxxx xxxxxx"

I realised that I had an excellent excuse to contact Laura, I decided
that I would ring her later that day and arrange for her to baby-sit for
Ben and Jenny that weekend. I had never felt this way about someone I had
never even spoken to, but for some reason I was longing for the chance to
see her again. I went home and began to think of ways to seduce a
babysitter that I had only ever seen once, that I had never even spoken to
it was crazy there I was a thirty five year old divorced man with a
schoolboy crush on a girl I didn't even know. I decided to arrange to meet
a few friends for a drink on Saturday night if Laura was available to baby
sit, I would then return home earlier than expected after the children had
gone to bed, the rest of my plan was yet to be formulated.

Jenny and Ben returned home from school at 4pm as usual after I had
cooked their dinner I decided to ring Laura. I rang the number from the
card and asked to speak to Laura she came to the phone.

"Hi I saw your advert in the news agents window and wondered if you were
available to baby sit on Saturday night? I may be very late back but I
could arrange a taxi for you, or you could stay in the spare room if you
prefer" I said, my heart was in my mouth. She was available and agreed to
baby-sit on Saturday she also said that she would like to stay if I was
going to be very late. I gave her my phone number and address and arranged
for her to come round on Saturday evening at 7:00pm. I replaced the
receiver and my heart was beating like a drum, I could not believe the way
I was acting I knew nothing about this girl and yet I was waiting for
Saturday to come like a schoolboy going on his first date.

The rest of the week seemed to go so slowly, I was waiting to see Laura
again I could not put my finger on what it was about her that made me feel
the way I did but there was definitely something. Saturday night came and
I was ready to go out, I sat watching the TV with Jenny and Ben waiting for
her to arrive. At 7:25pm the doorbell rang and I took a deep breath before
opening the door.

"Hi I am Laura we spoke earlier in the week" she said.

I invited her in and introduced her to Jenny and Ben.

"Now you two had better behave yourselves and do what ever Laura tells
you, and don't forget I want you in bed by ten o'clock" I said to Jenny and
Ben.

I showed Laura where to find everything and told her to make herself at
home, after showing her the spare room I left to meet my friends in the
town. As I walked to town I could not stop thinking about Laura, she was
about five foot six inches tall, (I am sure that her heels accounted for
three inches though) she had a milky white complexion with hundreds of
light coloured freckles framing her face her eyes were big and bright jade
green in colour. Her body was shapely her breasts were ample although not
huge, her arse though was one of those you could die for, when I saw her in
the shop she was wearing tight denim cut off shorts, and tonight she wore
the same.

I arrived at the bar and we had a few drinks I began to wonder what
Laura was doing, as a back up plan I had hidden a wireless web camera in
the spare room I had hidden it on top of the wardrobe wrapped in a black
bag after making sure that it was not easily visible I had started a
security program called Gotcha on my computer that recorded video and sound
if it detected motion. I knew that even if I failed to seduce Laura there
was a fair chance that I would have a video of her getting undressed
although this would be a poor substitute.

I decided that I would forget about Laura and enjoy my night out with
the lads until I made my excuses and left early we had a few beers and
headed off on our usual pub-crawl. As the night went on I drank more than
I intended and before I knew it was 11pm and last orders were being called,
we drank up and left the bar at about 11:30. The others were heading off
to the nightclub I said that I had to work in the morning and headed for
home, I was hoping that Laura would still be awake. As I entered the house
it was in total darkness, I fixed myself a drink and took it to my room,
then I remembered the camera in Laura's room and sat at the computer to see
if I had managed to catch her getting undressed. I lit a cigarette and
began to fast forward through the video.

I pressed play as Laura entered the room, she removed her tee shirt and
as she stood in her shorts and bra she pulled her nightdress over her head
before taking of her shorts, shit I thought I am not even going to see her
naked. I continued to fast-forward to the end of the recording, I saw
Laura and Jenny come into the room and sit on the bed, I pressed play again
and plugged in the headphones so that I could turn up the volume without
disturbing anyone. As I watched I saw Laura reach into her bag she pulled
out a very realistic looking black vibrator it must have been eight inches
long with pronounced veins and a huge head, I could hear the buzz as she
turned it on to show Jenny. Jenny took the vibrator and held it in her
hand whilst she moved her other hand up and down the shaft as if she were
masturbating it.

"Its so big how can it fit inside you?" Jenny asked.

"When you get excited you get wet and your pussy stretches I have one
much bigger at home." Laura replied.

Jenny continued to play with the vibrator.

"Would you like me to show you how I use it?" asked Laura.

"I don't know!" replied Jenny.

Laura stood up and pulled her nightdress over her head, she stood there
in her bra and panties, then she unclipped her bra and dropped it to the
floor, her breasts were a generous handful and quite firm.

"Gee you have really big breasts I wish mine were bigger!" Jenny said.

Laura took the vibrator turned it off and began to simulate a blow-job.

"You have to suck plenty of cock and swallow all the sperm if you want
your breasts to grow big" Laura said handing the vibrator back to Jenny.

Jenny inserted the vibrator into her mouth and began to practice sucking
cock, I became so excited as I watched my daughter that I had to undo my
trousers and release my throbbing cock. Meanwhile Laura bent over and
removed her panties, I watched as she stood up and I saw that her pussy was
completely shaved, her clitoris clearly visible she lay on the bed and
opened her legs.

"Jenny will you push it into my pussy for me darling?" Laura asked.

Jenny looked at her lying on the bed, after hesitating for a moment she
placed the head of the vibrator against Laura's pussy.

"Turn it on first." Said Laura.

Jenny switched on the vibrator and placed it against Laura's shaved
pussy once more, as she did so Laura began to shake, Jenny began to pull
away but Laura took hold of her hand and guided her back.

"No that feels so good baby!" Laura said.

By this time my cock was throbbing as I watched Jenny slowly insert the
vibrator into Laura's wet hole, Laura again took hold of Jenny's hand and
showed her how to plunge it in and out. Jenny continued to use the
vibrator on Laura and Laura groaned loudly several times as she reached
climax two or three times. Laura took hold of jenny's hand and guided her
withdrawing the vibrator, Laura sat up next to Jenny on the bed and put her
arm around her.

"Oh darling you did that so well I made me feel so good inside, would
you like me to make you feel good now?" Laura asked.

"I don't know it looks much to big for me." Jenny replied.

"Have you ever put anything in your pussy before?" Laura asked.

"Ben has put his thingy inside me a couple of times." Jenny said.

I could hardly believe my ears Ben had been fucking his sister and I had
no idea that they even knew about sex.

"Well darling if he has put his cock inside you then you will be
alright, I promise I won't hurt you!" she said kissing Jenny on the
forehead.

"OK I will try!" Jenny said.

Laura took hold of Jenny's nightdress and lifted it over her head, I
began rubbing my cock franticly, Jenny had small breasts not much bigger
than half a tennis ball and her nipples were still unformed. Laura laid
Jenny back on the bed and pulled of her panties, it was all too much I came
in my hand and quickly grabbed a tissue to clean myself off. Jenny's pussy
was almost completely bald apart from a small patch of pubic hairs around
the front of her slit Laura leant forward and began to lick Jenny's preteen
pussy spreading her lips slightly with her fingers, Jenny shook and groaned
with pleasure as she had an orgasm.

"I have to make you wet first so it won't hurt darling." Laura
explained.

"Its ok that feels really nice" Jenny said.

Laura continued to eat her preteen pussy and Jenny had several more
orgasms before Laura sat and picked up the vibrator, she turned it on and
began to stroke Jenny's clitoris with the tip, Jenny climaxed almost
instantly only this time much more violently than before. Laura moved the
head down to her opening and slowly began to insert the huge black rubber
cock into her pussy, Jenny struggled a little but soon the head of the
vibrator disappeared inside her. Jenny appeared to relax and Laura
continued to insert the whole eight inches into her young pussy, Jenny was
writhing about and groaning loudly, suddenly I saw a movement behind Laura.

Ben had come into the room and caught Laura fucking his sister with the
vibrator.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I am going to tell dad when he gets home!" Ben added.

"Sit down and be quiet!" Laura said menacingly.

"Are you going to tell him that you have been fucking your sister as
well?" she asked.

Ben sat on the bed and said nothing, he watched as Laura continued to
work on Jenny bringing her to a final climax Laura removed the vibrator and
licked Jenny's juices from its shaft.

"Now! Ben I think you will thank me when I show you what else I have
taught your sister." Laura said.

"What do you mean?" Ben asked.

Laura removed Ben's pyjama top and laid him on the bed, Jenny came
around and stood next to Laura, Laura then pulled off his pyjama bottoms.

"Do you want to go first or me?" Laura asked Jenny.

"You" Jenny replied.

Ben lay on the bed his cock stood erect and I could see the sparse
covering of pubic hairs around the base of his shaft, I was quite impressed
by his size he appeared to be five to six inches long. Laura pulled back
his foreskin and took the whole of his cock into her mouth bobbing up and
down, I could see the look of pleasure on Bens face as he sighed and filled
Laura's mouth with his sperm.

"Your turn now Jenny, you want your breasts to get big don't you!" Laura
said.

Jenny sat on the other side of Ben and leant across taking his cock into
her mouth, unfortunately she was in front of the camera and I could not see
much but from the expression on Ben's face I knew she was doing a good job,
as Ben came Jenny pulled of and gagged a little.

"Swallow it all darling" Laura said.

Jenny swallowed and then licked her brother's shaft clean, Laura kissed
Jenny passionately before climbing on the bed next to Ben she kissed him
passionately too.

"Did you enjoy that Benjamin?" Laura asked.

Ben hated being called that and got a bit of a strop on.

"OK did you like that Ben" Laura asked.

"YES!" he replied.

"Well be a really good boy and I will show you something else that's
really cool!" Laura said.

I was still rock hard and I needed to pee, I paused the video got
undressed and put on my robe before crossing the hall to the bathroom.
When I returned I restarted the video, removed my robe and sat naked
watching to see what was going to happen next. I did not have to wait long
as Laura lay next to Ben she began to stroke his cock like any thirteen
year old it immediately sprung to attention, she climbed above him and
lowered herself down onto his manhood. She lowered her breast down to his
mouth and told him to suck her nipple, he obliged willingly as she began to
rock back and forth on his cock, in a matter of minutes he came again and
Laura rolled off to one side.

"Jenny how would you like your brother to fuck you with the vibrator?"
Laura asked.

Jenny was a little embarrassed but with a bit of encouragement she
finally agreed, Laura Laid her on her back in the middle of the bed and
gave Ben the vibrator, she guided his hand and soon the huge black rubber
cock disappeared inside Jenny's pussy once more. Laura lay next to Jenny
and began sucking her breast she manoeuvred Ben to lay alongside so that he
could suck the other breast. Jenny had many orgasms as Ben fucked her with
the vibrator and they both sucked her tits eventually she pleaded for them
to stop.

"OK do you both want to do me like that before you go to bed?" Laura
asked.

They both nodded and Laura placed herself in the middle of the bed,
Jenny licked her pussy for a minute before Ben inserted the vibrator, they
both lay either side and began to suck on Laura's ample beasts, Laura was
soon writhing in pleasure and as she came they stopped Ben withdrew the
vibrator and handed it to Laura.

"No I am giving that to Jenny, but hide it so your dad can't find it
darling!" Laura said.

Ben gave Jenny her new toy and her eyes lit up.

"Come on into your own bed's in case your dad comes home early!" Laura
said.

They picked up their clothes and Laura followed them out of the room, I
pressed fast forward again and saw Laura come into the room. She put her
nightdress on and climbed into bed, turning the light out, I heard the
front door open on the video and realised that I had almost caught them in
the act. It was almost 3am and I was absolutely shattered, I started the
monitoring software again and climbed into my bed. As I lay in bed I
pulled myself off thinking about the sights and sounds that I had just
witnessed, I soon came and after cleaning myself off, I tried to sleep
however my mind was racing I wanted Laura more than ever now, but what was
I going to do?

Eventually I fell asleep and woke at 9:00am, I could hear Laura, Jenny
and Ben giggling downstairs, I put on my robe and went down.

"I am sorry did we wake you?" Laura asked.

"No, no I was awake anyway" I replied.

"Did they behave themselves?" I asked.

"They were absolutely brilliant!" Laura replied.

I know that I thought to myself, but this was not the time or the place
to say anything rash.

Laura offered to make me a coffee, and I gratefully accepted, as she
went to the kitchen I asked Ben and Jenny if they had enjoyed having Laura
to baby-sit, they both said that she had been great and asked if she could
come again next time I went out.

"I will see!" I said.

Laura returned with the coffee, as she handed me the coffee she sat on
the couch opposite, I had a wonderful view of her shaved pussy, my mind
began to race, surely she knew that I had this view, I could not think
straight I adjusted my robe to disguise the raging hard on beneath and
finished my coffee. Laura asked if I would need her again and as I looked
across she had spread her legs even wider, I now knew that she was aware
that she was exposing her glorious hole to me.

"I will give you a ring when we need you again" I said.

She smiled and went to her room to dress the children were in the
kitchen and I followed her upstairs, I stopped at the top of the stairs and
saw that her door was partly open, I crept closer and saw her just pulling
her panties on I watched for a moment before creeping into the bathroom, I
had a pee and came out, Laura was just leaving her room.

"Thanks for taking care of them" I said and I kissed her on the cheek.

"No problem" she said as she kissed me back.

I went downstairs with her and got her money from the draw, I paid her
and she left. I was still infatuated with Laura, and I knew that I would
probably have little problem in seducing her but I had to consider this
very carefully now mainly because of the affect it could have on the
children. I was not particularly bothered about them having sex with her
or each other, but I needed to make sure they knew enough to stay safe, but
how could I have a relationship with someone my children had made already
love to.

I have to do a lot of thinking about this one, if you want to find
out what I decide to do and what happens next you will have to wait for
part(2)

When it is finished it will be posted at

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Monday, July 26, 2004

Soft Core Gay Porn Sex story

TRANCES
by Michael K. Smith


It wasn't that I didn't have a pretty good reputation
with the girls in high school and college, but my successes
weren't spectacular, either. I did all right, plenty of
dates most of the time, two girls with whom I went steady
for almost a year -- the usual. I wasn't a jock, or a
student government leader, or anything, but neither were
most guys. It all seemed perfectly normal... but that was
before my friend Jeff's older brother taught me how to
hypnotize people.
I was doing my freshman year of college locally, to
save money, when Edward came home from one of the big-time
universities where he was a senior psych major. His grades
were very good and he apparently had an excellent shot at
one of the better graduate schools the following year.
Edward's particular fascination was the workings of human
will power. He wanted to understand the forces that drove
people. That meant trying to nullify someone's will power so
he could, in effect, take it out and study it, see what made
it tick. And, for Edward, that meant hypnosis.
To him, hypnotism was a kind of crowbar that he could
use to pry the lid off his subject's mind, so he could
investigate its innards. He was very good at it, too. He was
able to hypnotize his brother in less than five minutes,
even though Jeff knew perfectly well what he was doing and
probably tried to resist. I know Edward was able to put me
under in nothing flat, even though I'm ordinarily a highly
suspicious and skeptical person. I wouldn't have thought I'd
make a good hypnotic subject -- but I have a polaroid of
myself, barefoot with pants legs rolled up, and an actual
lampshade on my head, capering about in a particularly silly
way. That proves it.
The odd thing is, being a rather reserved person for a
teenager and careful of my dignity, I would have resisted
consciously and strongly any attempt by anyone to get me to
behave like that, but I can clearly remember being
completely aware of my actions at the time. I just didn't
mind that Edward had me behaving in such an embarrassingly
foolish way. It seemed, at the time, that it was all my own
idea,... and a very good idea, at that.
When I emerged from the hypnotic state (Edward had told
me that I would feel not at all resentful, and I wasn't), I
was very curious about the old story that you couldn't make
someone do something against their will under hypnosis. He
laughed.
"Well, you can't just tell a subject to shoot someone,
for instance. But you could probably tell them they're
shooting at a paper target on a firing range -- and if you
convince them of it, they'll shoot. Especially if they've
been on a range before and know they can't 'hurt' the
target. It's not a matter of overcoming the subject's will
power so much as doing an end run around it."
I thought about that. "This is getting interesting," I
said. "Could you teach me how to hypnotize someone?"
Edward was reluctant. He didn't want some irresponsible
kid poking randomly into things he didn't understand. But I
was a serious young man and I could be pretty persuasive
myself. He finally gave in and instructed me in the
techniques of seducing a person's attention until they had
entered a trance state. No pendulum-like pocket watches, no
rotating spiral disks, no monotonic chanting, no "tricks" of
any kind. It was a matter of focusing the subject's entire
attention on yourself, a little at a time (though it
actually happened pretty fast if it was going to happen at
all), until your suggestions regarding their thoughts and
behavior seemed to them to originate within their own mind.
It was a technique some people could master easier than
others, of course. And it turned out that I was a natural at
it -- better than Edward, in fact, once I'd had some
practice.
My first subject, coincidentally, was Edward and Jeff's
kid sister, Sharon. She didn't really know me and she had no
reason to trust me. In fact, as a typical thirteen-year-old,
she had no reason to put much trust in any teenager much
older than herself. But I was able to put her under within a
few minutes. As a test, I gave her a few pieces of licorice
and told her it was dark chocolate. I like licorice, which
was why I was carrying it around, but both brothers assured
me Sharon loathed the stuff. But she grinned with delight as
she ate it, and even thanked me for the treat very politely
when I brought her out of the trance! I knew this could be a
source of Power, with a capital "P".
I had been somewhat interested in psychology already,
but when I transferred to the university as a sophomore the
next year, psychology became my official major. I also began
thinking seriously about pre-med and a career in psychiatry.
It seemed a fascinating opportunity to get "under the hood"
of the human mind; I was beginning to understand why Edward
was so absorbed in the subject. But my new skills at
hypnosis also proved to be of more immediate use.

Kathy was a cute little thing, a freshman I met during
my junior year, who looked closer to fifteen than the
"eighteen-and-a-half" she claimed. She was bright and
friendly and open -- and trusting. A perfect subject, I
thought.
I had spent nearly a year honing my abilities on
friends and acquaintances, especially those who, like me,
lived in the dorm. I had never asked anyone to do anything
that could be considered immoral or illegal -- just things
they would not choose to do if they were in control of their
own actions. Things like a guy putting on a girl's dress and
strolling around the dorm completely oblivious to the
laughter trailing after him.
Actually, I only went that far once, with a subject who
was almost universally disliked; he held no grudge afterward
(I'd told him he wouldn't) and no one else complained of the
little show he had been instructed to put on. More often, I
had shy subjects get up and sing bawdy songs and girls
recite dirty limericks to strangers: Things that were only
mildly embarrassing, and which the subjects probably got a
secret thrill from afterward.
I also learned the hard way to phrase instructions so
as to obtain exactly the results I wanted. One guy in the
dorm had a bad nervous habit of biting his nails; his
cuticles were frequently bloody. He was willing to let me
attempt a bit of hypnotherapy, but I screwed up badly. I
told him that when he had the urge to bite his nails, he
simply wouldn't be able to.
The unforeseen result was that he was physically unable
to move his hand to his mouth and he went into a serious
panic. Fortunately for both of us, I always left a
posthypnotic "back-door," to make it easier to put the
subject under the next time, and I was able to calm him down
and modify the instructions: When he wanted to bite his
nails he would remind himself that it was ruining the
condition and appearance of his hands and he would lose the
desire to gnaw at them.
That was much more successful. After a few weeks of
aborted hand-to-mouth motions -- which didn't interfere with
eating or note-taking -- he had conditioned himself not to
bite his nails at all. The desire had gone, the habit had
disappeared, and he was delighted. I suspected he would
probably adopt some other nervous habit, but I wasn't a
therapist yet! Anyway, I was learning, always learning. And
then I moved to the university and I met Kathy.
My "in" with Kathy was her infatuation with poetry. She
loved having her favorite verses read aloud to her, in fact:
The classic romantic. So we sat under a tree on campus one
Friday afternoon and I read CHILDE HAROLD to her in a
quietly dramatic voice. She leaned against the tree trunk,
eyes half-closed, drinking in the music of the words. After
ten minutes of listening to my voice, she had virtually put
herself under. When I asked her to repeat a series of
nonsense syllables, she did so without hesitation. She was
suggestible and I had already worked out what I would do to
take advantage of the situation I had created.
"Listen to me carefully, Kathy. We only met a few weeks
ago, but you're already beginning to have romantic thoughts
about me -- and only me. You will find yourself daydreaming
about me, and it will happen a little more with each passing
day. After a week or so, you will wonder if you're falling
in love with me. The sound of my voice will give you
exciting little chills, my touch will make you feel warm and
loving, you will gradually begin to fantasize about a
physical relationship with me. Nothing serious -- sitting on
my lap so you can be close to me, kissing me, wanting me to
put my arms around you and hold you. All the things you read
about in romantic novels. You will be completely aware of
your growing feelings and your increasing desires for me,
and they will all seem completely natural. They will make
you very happy. You will begin to do everything you can
think of to win me over to you.
"Most important, you will quickly come to trust me in
every way, won't you? That's one of the main reasons you
will begin to fall in love with me -- because you know you
can trust me absolutely and you know I would never hurt you.
"Now: You will not remember this conversation and you
will not remember that you were in a trance. You've just
been sitting here, feeling warm and happy, listening to me
read you poetry. Do you understand?" She smiled slightly and
nodded. "But you will follow the instructions I've given
you, won't you? And you will slip easily into a deep trance
state whenever you hear my voice -- and only my voice --
say the words 'Dive, Kathy, dive.' Repeat the words that
will put you into a pleasant trance when you hear my voice
speak them to you."
"Dive, Kathy, dive," she murmured, and giggled. I
wondered for a moment if she could be faking but quickly
realized the giggles were just part of her happy frame of
mind. Kathy was just a giggler, and a very cute one. One
more little test, though.
"Kathy, I want you to repeat the following words to me,
softly, but as if you really mean them: 'Fuck me in the ass
until I scream for mercy!' Go ahead."
She licked her lips and squirmed and her eyes opened
wider. She fixed me with a hot look. "Fuck me in the ass
until I scream for mercy...!" Her voice was soft but husky,
almost smoky. What a turn-on!
"Okay, now you'll forget that I ever asked you to say
that, Kathy, and you'll forget that you ever said it. I'm
going to count backward from five and you will gradually
float up out of your trance. When I reach 'one' you will be
fully awake again. You will not remember having been in a
trance but you will follow your instructions."
I settled myself again, a polite few inches away from
her, and looked at the volume of Byron in my lap. "Five,...
four,... three,..." She was blinking and trying to focus.
"Two,... one." She looked over at me and I could practically
see her mind shifting gears. There were new thoughts in her
head, now. Thoughts about me.
I continued to read the lines of verse from where I had
left off, but she was paying more attention to me than to
the words. She licked her lips as before and I thought I saw
a slight tinge of pink at the tops of her ears and around
her collarbone. She leaned toward me a little without even
realizing it.
I marked the place in the book with one finger and
closed it. "Kathy, I'm afraid I have to get back to the dorm
and work on a term paper. Uh, would you like to go out
tomorrow night? Maybe a movie? Or we could just go for a
coke and a stroll...." I was careful not to act too sure of
myself.
"Oh, yes! I'd love to go out with you!" And she
blushed a little at her own enthusiasm. I was in.

The next evening, Kathy and I walked down to the
multiplex at the shopping center near campus and took in a
movie. We held hands and cuddled and I was aware that she
seemed to be watching me more than the screen. And
afterward, when we stopped at the Baskin-Robbins for a cone,
she continued to study me in a bit of a daze -- not a
"trance" daze, just an ordinary adolescent one. (The fuzzy
pink clouds were almost visible....)
When I kissed her under the trees outside her dorm, she
didn't hesitate at all but plastered herself against me and
kissed me back with exciting eagerness. Perhaps I could have
grabbed her crotch through her jeans, but I didn't want to
push my luck and I'm not quite that crude in any case. I
settled for stroking her curvy little bottom, with an
occasional squeeze, and Kathy kissed me all the harder. She
would blossom under romantic attack much more satisfyingly
than from a blunt assault, and it was also a lot more fun.
By our third date, she had arranged for her dorm
roommate to be out so she could sneak me in for a few hours.
We left the lights low in her room and I carefully
unbuttoned her blouse as I nibbled on her neck. She was
shaking a little from nervousness but there was no fear or
hesitation. When I knelt and slid her jeans down her smooth,
silky legs, she moaned in the back of her throat and urged
me to hurry. Foreplay is pleasurable , though, and I
had no intention of being rushed.
Then she was naked and I sat on the end of her bed,
still fully clothed, and smiled as my gaze traveled the
length of her body. Her eyes glowed; it was obvious she
enjoyed being the object of my attention.
"Dive, Kathy, dive," I said quietly. Her expression
didn't really change but she blinked and her attention fixed
on me absolutely. "Yes," she whispered.
"Kathy, what are you feeling right now? What are you
hoping will happen here?"
"I feel sexy as hell," she said with a breathless
laugh. "I'm standing here on display for you and I love it!
But only for you...." She licked her lips. "I guess I hope
we'll make love."
"Are you a virgin, Kathy?"
"No,... but I've only had sex with my boy friend in
high school a few times. This is different," she added with
a Significant Look.
"Kathy, your arousal is increasing more and more. Can
you feel it?"
Her eyelids drooped a bit. "Oh, yes...." Her hands
moved hesitantly to her breasts and she shook out her hair.
"Please, take your clothes off...," she murmured.
"Not yet, Kathy. You want to show off for me first,
don't you? You want me to appreciate just how sexy your body
is. And it would be very sexy if you masturbated while I
watched, wouldn't it?" I got up from the bed and moved over
to my jacket, draped over her desk chair.
Her respiration had increased. "Um-hmmm," she said
under her breath as she began to roll her nipples between
her fingers and stretch them out from her body. I dug the
Polaroid out of my jacket pocket and snapped it open.
"Kathy, lie on the bed and jack yourself off for me.
Take your time and enjoy it, sweetheart. Your breasts and
your cunt will be much more sensitive than usual and you'll
really get into this, won't you?" She crawled onto her bed
and squirmed around on her back so that her legs were
stretched out and her thighs parted. One hand moved down to
her already moist pussy while the other continued to massage
her nipple.
"I'm going to take some pictures, Kathy, but you will
ignore that, you won't think about it, you won't even
realize I'm doing it. All you'll be aware of is that I'm
watching you masturbate and I'm enjoying it very much, it's
really turning me on, Kathy -- and that's turning you on,
isn't it? Tell me what you're thinking, sweetheart."
"Oh, God, what would your cock feel like and I love
being naked and feeling myself up and you're watching me do
it and it feels so good, so good, God, it's so nice, my clit
feels like a whole penis maybe and I wish you'd do this to
me but I know you like to watch me do it so I like to do it
for you,..." She paused for a breath as both hands separated
her lips and one finger slipped inside.
I took a couple of shots and they came out very well,
even in the low light. I had no thoughts about blackmail or
anything; I just wanted data for my private studies... and
souvenirs, of course.
It didn't take long for Kathy to work herself up to a
high pitch and I took several more snapshots of her with her
eyes half-closed and her mouth twisted with passion. As she
hit the first orgasmic crest I used up the remainder of my
film pack. She was really beautiful when she gasped and
sobbed with her cunt full of fingers and her rigid nipples
about to explode. But I didn't want her in a trance when we
had sex.
"Kathy, that was wonderful! You have no idea how sexy
you are when you do that; it really does turn me on. Are you
happy about that?"
"Oh, yes, that's what I want! I want to turn you on so
you'll make love to me -- please?"
I was already stripping off my clothes. "Of course I
will, sweetheart, I want very much to make love to you! Now,
when I get my underwear off, you will come out of your
trance -- with no hesitation, no regrets, no embarrent
about jacking off for me, okay? You enjoyed doing it and I
enjoyed watching it, and that's all that matters, isn't it?"
She responded with another "Um-hmmm" and then blinked
and smiled broadly as I held up my shorts and then tossed
them on the floor. She opened her arms to me as I crawled
onto the bed and we spent a little time kissing and
caressing and stroking. Kathy was a sweet girl and if I had
conscience pangs they were subdued by the conviction that
she had been doing what she really wanted to do, if only she
had the nerve.
We spent a very enjoyable couple of hours thrashing
about on her old dorm-issue bed, exploring each other's
bodies with hands and mouths, and finally fucking each other
into sweaty exhaustion. She was enthusiastic and
uninhibited, which I wasn't sure she could have been without
hypnotic encouragement. I knew perfectly well that I was
using her, but I preferred to think I was also giving her
something back.

I had Kathy on a string for three months before her
increasing dependence on me really began to worry me. I had
made myself the most important thing in her life and that
had consequences I hadn't imagined. She hung on my every
word and thought, she got jittery when she was away from me,
and she went to tears if she thought I was displeased with
her. She became anxious every time we had sex, gnawing her
lip if I didn't display unbridled enthusiasm at her every
movement. Moreover, her grades were beginning to suffer, as
were her relationships with other people. Her girlfriends
began directing hostile stares at me when Kathy and I went
out together.
I won't say it wasn't fun, though. I could speak a code
word to her in public and watch while she enjoyed a small
orgasm. And it was kind of nice to have a very cute girl
leaning over my shoulder and nibbling on my ear while I had
a hamburger with the guys at MacDonald's. Nevertheless, my
original instructions to Kathy hadn't been well-structured
or properly thought out. And since I had to modify them
anyway, I decided to "free" her, to allow her to continue
with her own life (and get out of mine).
After putting her under, I asked, "Kathy, suppose for a
minute that I wasn't in your life; is there some other guy
you know -- or would like to know -- who's available and to
whom you are really attracted?" She hesitated and seemed a
little fearful. "Go ahead, sweetheart, it's okay. You aren't
betraying me and I won't get mad; if I wasn't interested, I
wouldn't have asked."
"Well,... there's Bobby Rinehart, in my Government
class. He's really cute and he's not going with anyone. I've
seen him watching me in class, too -- but I don't mean--"
"No, Kathy, that's quite all right. Now, this is what's
going to happen: Over the next week or so, you will
gradually come to realize that you and I don't have as much
of a future together as you thought we had. We won't have a
fight and there won't be any hard feelings from either of
us. You will still be fond of me and I will still be fond of
you. But we will agree, quite amicably, that we aren't
really in love and that we should begin dating other people.
You will think about Bobby Rinehart and if you decide -- for
yourself -- that you'd like to go out with him, you will
approach him yourself,... or any other guy you think you
might enjoy dating. Do you understand, Kathy? You must not
be shy about beginning a relationship with Bobby, or anyone
else. You will not remember this conversation, but when you
wake up tomorrow morning you will begin acting on your new
instructions, won't you?"
We had a very nice "last supper" that evening, munching
and nibbling on each other. Two days later, Kathy said
rather quietly, "We need to talk about us."
It wasn't quite as painless for me as I had expected.
Even though Kathy had been in a condition of servitude, I
found I was going to miss her attentive presence. That was
the penance I had to pay, though, for having Kathy in the
first place. At least I had arranged it so that we would
remain friends.

The months with Kathy had been an interesting
experiment and I had learned a lot. But I had become certain
that I had only released feelings in her that were already
there. Kathy had already been attracted to me or I wouldn't
have been reading Byron to her that afternoon. I had removed
her inhibitions, perhaps, but I hadn't convinced her to do
anything she might not have done anyway. I needed to find a
more naturally resistant subject. I wanted to discover just
how far my power extended. And I had my chance when I went
home for the Christmas holidays.



I had two weeks of down-time before the spring term
began and I was mostly hanging around the house, reading and
watching TV, and visiting friends. Generally goofing off. Of
course, I made a point of dropping by to see my old friend
Jeff, who had transferred to a different college. As it
turned out, he was off on a Christmas shopping expedition
with his mother and the door was answered by his
licorice-hating little sister, Sharon -- my very first
hypnotic subject. She was fourteen now, a very cute, bouncy
little gumdrop with a babyface and a sweet smile, and the
moment I saw her I knew what my next experiment would be.
"Hi, Sharon -- you've really grown up since I saw you
last year! You remember me, don't you?"
She blanked for a moment but then recognition appeared
on her face. "Oh -- yeah! Jeff's friend! Um, you hypnotized
me once, didn't you?" She opened the screen and motioned me
in.
I followed her into the living room, watching the
jaunty twitch of her little bottom beneath the tight denim
of her jeans. She was wearing her hair below her shoulders
and it bounced and swayed in shiny waves against the back of
her pink sweatshirt. God, she was so full of adolescent
female energy.
"You remember being hypnotized, do you?"
"Oh, sure! You don't forget something like that. I was
so surprised that I went under so easily. I remember, you
gave me some chocolate, too, didn't you?"
"Do you remember what a posthypnotic trigger is,
Sharon?"
She turned as she reached the living room. "A
post-what?"
"Dive, Sharon, dive," I said quietly.
Her puzzled expression slowly cleared and she smiled
happily. "Yes...." I learned very early to always leave a
back door.
"Sharon, I'm going to ask you some easy questions. You
know the answers and you will be absolutely honest and
candid. And you won't feel any reason to be embarrassed,
will you? You know I'm your friend, don't you?" She nodded
and cocked her head attentively. "You know I like you,
Sharon, and that I have only the best intentions, right?"
"Sure." We sat down on the sofa, side by side.
"Is there anyone else in the house right now? Is Jeff
due back anytime soon?"
"Nope, I'm all by myself. I don't expect Mom and Jeff
for at least a couple of hours. Why?"
"Because I don't want us to be disturbed. Now remember,
Sharon -- be honest with your answers and don't be
embarrassed, either. You can tell me absolutely anything,
can't you?" She nodded again. "Does it usually embarrass you
to talk about sex, Sharon?"
"Um,... no, I guess not -- not when I'm talking to you,
anyway." Very good, I thought.
"Most teenaged girls get horny -- right, Sharon? And
they masturbate. How old were you when you started doing
that? How did you discover it? And how often do you do it?"
"Oh, I found out about getting sexy a couple of years
ago; I guess I was eleven or twelve. My jammies were a
little too small and the top rubbed against my titties and
they got tingly, sort of. My friend Debbie told me she got
hot when she wore tight jeans without underpants, so I tried
that, too. That got me really horny and I started rubbing
myself in bed. I guess I get off once or twice a week, now."
She sounded very matter-of-fact. Terrific, I thought; the
timer was sure ticking on this little sex bomb.
"That sounds about right, I think. Have you ever
masturbated in public? In school, or on the bus, or
someplace?"
She giggled mischievously. "Yeah, I've done it on the
school bus a couple of times. If you put your legs close
together and squeeze the muscles just right, you can get off
that way! The bus bouncing helps, too." She was even sexier
when she grinned.
"And I did it once in science class, with my pencil
eraser, because Mr. Edwards is really cute! Even if he is
almost thirty. All the girls have the hots for him, I think.
I know a couple of girls who have used their fingers to jack
off in the showers in gym, but I've never done that. People
might think I was a lesbian!" She laughed and her hips
squirmed -- which suggested something.
"Sharon, while we're sitting here talking about sex,
you're getting really horny, aren't you? You really want to
jack off right here, don't you?"
"Ummm, yeah, I really do...." Her voice had lowered in
volume and pitch and she squirmed even more. "Can I,
uh,...?"
"Yes, of course you can, Sharon. Just pretend I'm not
here and I can't see what you're doing -- but keep answering
my questions." The girl scooted her ass forward on the sofa
beside me and her thighs parted as her hand glided down to
cup the crotch of her jeans. She began massaging and rubbing
the denim between her legs rhythmically but her attention
didn't wander from my face, though she licked her lips a
couple of times. The side of her knee was pressed against my
thigh and I could feel the small muscular twitches as she
climbed higher.
"Sharon," I continued softly, "close your eyes and
picture the sexiest things you can think of, as if they were
on a movie screen in your head. The pictures are very clear.
What do you see while you masturbate? Tell me what you see,
Sharon."
She drew a shaky breath. "It's Darlene's brother, Phil.
He's two years older than Darlene and me. I'm over at
Darlene's house and I go upstairs to use the bathroom, and
Phil's bedroom door is open a crack, and I hear these...
sounds. And I can't help it: I go over real quietly and peek
in." Her voice was low and she was breathing faster as she
relived the experience.
"All he's wearing is a T-shirt; his jeans and his shoes
are on the floor. I've never seen a guy that old naked
before! He's holding his,... his penis. He's, like, jerking
off, and his cock is real big and stiff-looking, and I
wonder what it would feel like if he put his cock in my--
between my legs. It looks so big -- but it must fit, people
do it all the time. And he's moving his hand faster and
faster, and I'm getting hot just watching him, I'm getting
wet down there, I can feel it...."
Sharon's hand was moving in tighter circles and her
pelvis was jerking a little. She was sure as hell getting
me hot! "Go ahead, Sharon -- what happens next? What does
Phil do? And what do you do?"
"I put my hand between my legs, feeling myself up. And
Phil's bouncing on the bed and he's got his eyes shut. And
then he comes. I've never seen that before -- God, there's
so much of it, all that white stuff! And he shoots it at
least a foot in the air, he shoots off several times, I
can't believe it goes so far,... and I can't imagine what it
would feel like if he squirted all that stuff inside me. But
I'll bet it would feel really great!"
Sharon's hand was really moving now, and her hips were
bucking. I should have had her take her jeans off, I thought
-- but this was safer. And then she sort of squeaked and I
could feel the trembling in her knee. She let out a long,
ragged sigh.
"The idea of having sex with a boy kinda scares me, but
I can't wait until I'm old enough. And then I tiptoe to the
bathroom, real quiet, and while I'm on the toilet, after I
pee, I finger-fuck myself. And I imagine Phil walking in on
me, because I deliberately didn't lock the bathroom door.
And that makes me come -- it's only the second or third time
I ever really came, too."
Listening to Sharon's sweet young voice describe her
experience was intensely erotic and it had my cock as hard
as a baseball bat. So I took a pretty stupid chance.
"Sharon, would you like to see another guy's cock? I'll
show you one, but you must not be frightened by it. You'd
like that, wouldn't you?"
"Oh, uh,... I don't know. You mean, like, close up? Oh,
wow...."
"Yes, close up, Sharon -- very close. I'll show you my
cock and I won't touch you. There's nothing to be afraid of,
is there, Sharon? It's completely normal for a
fourteen-year-old girl to be curious. You'd like very much
to see my cock, wouldn't you, Sharon? It's really stiff...."
I could see on her face the struggle between aroused
curiosity and little-girl uncertainty. "Oh. Well, uh,... I
think-- I think I'd like to see it." She licked her lips
again and swallowed, and straightened her shoulders. A
slight but enjoyable aroma permeated the crotch of her
jeans.
I leaned back and unhooked my belt, unzipped my fly,
and slowly pushed down my jeans and my shorts. My cock
sprang up like a Jack-in-the-box but Sharon didn't even
flinch. I'd been successful in subverting her inhibitions
and fears, and now this was what she really wanted to see.
In fact, she leaned closer in obvious fascination and
hesitantly reached out her hand.
"You can touch it, Sharon, it won't hurt you. You
really want to find out what it feels like, don't you? You
really want to hold my cock in your hand...."
And then her soft, warm fingers had grasped the
thickest part of the shaft, near the base -- and her other
hand had closed carefully over the head. "Wow... it feels so
hard and so soft, at the same time...." She moved her lower
hand slowly, lightly, up and down, staring fixedly at what
she was doing. She seemed to be trying to imitate Phil but
she wasn't sure how. It sure felt nice, sitting there, being
jerked off by this cute little teenybopper, but if things
reached their natural conclusion I'd probably make a mess
I'd have a very hard time cleaning up or explaining.
"We'll just do this much, Sharon." I folded my hand
gently around hers and moved it upward, squeezing a large
drop of semen onto the palm of her hand. "Sharon, you have
an overwhelming desire to know what that 'white stuff'
tastes like, don't you? It can't hurt you and it doesn't
taste bad. Women do this all the time. Put out your tongue,
now, and lick that drop off your hand. Taste it slowly and
remember what it tastes like." She put out her little kitten
tongue and cleaned her palm with a thoughtful expression.
Her nose twitched and she smiled.
"Now, Sharon, cup your hands over your nose and mouth
and inhale deeply. That's it, sweetheart. Remember that
aroma, Sharon: That's what sex smells like. It smells
wonderful, doesn't it? Do you like it?"
She smiled again and nodded happily as she lowered her
hands. "Yes, I really like it."
"All right, Sharon. You will not remember that any of
this has happened. But whenever you feel sexy, whenever you
start to masturbate, sometimes you will think about when you
watched Phil jerk off -- but more and more often, you will
think about me, instead. You will think about what my penis
looks like and feels like. Your imagination will call up the
visual memories and images of this afternoon. You'll
remember the smell of sex. And your imagination will take it
from there: You will fantasize about having sex with me, all
different kinds of sex, and that will make you very, very
horny. All this will happen only when you're by yourself
because you don't want to get caught, do you? You will
always be aware that it's just your imagination coming up
with sexy, exciting thoughts for you to get off on. But
you'll also start to have private daydreams about making
love with me. You won't know why it's me your imagination
has picked to fantasize about, but you won't worry about
that. And, Sharon -- you will begin to look forward to
seeing me again during the summer, won't you? You will begin
to think about finding some way to meet me alone."
She smiled warmly. "Oh, yes -- I'm really looking
forward to seeing you again next summer." She was gripping
my cock again and now she gave it a friendly little squeeze
before releasing it. All this was so far beyond my spur-of-
the-moment expectations, I could hardly believe it.
I stood and pulled up my jeans and tucked in my
shirttail while sexy little Sharon watched with bright eyes.
I reminded her once more that she would not consciously
remember what we had been up to and then I brought her up
out of her trance.
She blinked and I said, "Well, It's been nice seeing
you again, Sharon. Tell your brother I stopped by, okay? Ask
him to give me a call before we go back to school."
"It's nice to see you again, too. Real nice," she
added. Her tone and her expression were freighted with new
meaning. "Maybe I'll see you again over summer vacation...?"
she suggested. She looked hopeful and she was leaving
eyetracks all over my body. Who knew what might happen when
the seeds I'd planted began to ripen...? I felt kind of like
a squirrel putting away nuts for the winter.



After I got back to school in January, I found that the
spring room-shuffling in the dorm had landed me with a
thoroughly undesirable neighbor right across the hall. His
name was George Kaufman and he was an asshole. No -- let's
be blunt about this: George was a bigoted, red-necked,
right-wing, foulmouthed, coprophagic, anthropoid,
odoriferous, knuckle-dragging, homophobic, microcephalic son
of a bitch.
For instance... I had grown a beard the previous
quarter -- not to make a statement, particularly, but just
because I was too lazy to shave every morning and full
facial hair looks better (okay, it looks more "deliberate,"
anyway) than a three-day stubble. The very first time George
saw me, he dubbed me "cunt-mouth" -- his idea of
sophisticated humor. That's all he ever called me and it
carried over to his few friends. I decided I would have to
do something about George. I thought about simply knifing
him in his sleep, but that would probably get me expelled.
No, it would have to be something sneaky, indirect, and
untraceable.

My opportunity came via a girl named Sandy in my
English class. She had a steady boyfriend and she wasn't
really my type -- not for dating, anyway -- and that allowed
us to become casual friends, minus the usual sexual tension.
Sandy was reasonably pretty (I thought) and rather
vivacious when she wanted to be, but she seemed to have a
poor self-image. I got the impression that her two sisters
had been hometown beauty queens and Sandy was the Cinderella
of the family; she thought "plain" was the best she could
aspire to.
Over lunch one day, I explained to her my interest in
hypnosis and my therapeutic successes, and I convinced her
to let me put her under. She would remain aware of the whole
process, which should allay any uneasiness she might have
about what I was doing. So I went over to her room that
evening and, in the comforting presence of her roommate, put
her into an easy trance. Then we had a little talk.
I asked Sandy questions about her opinion of herself
and found what I had suspected: An assumption of
inferiority, constant self-comparison to her sisters, and
resignation that she would never be very attractive. I
assured her that she was in fact very pretty, that she
didn't have to be a pin-up to have all the dates she wanted,
that she had a warm and friendly personality that nearly any
guy -- or girl -- would find attractive. Her roommate clued
me in on a few details and I carefully reshaped Sandy's view
of herself. It took maybe an hour and that was it.
Within a few days, Sandy's roommate called me excitedly
to tell me her friend had actually approached a guy she had
secretly liked and asked him for a date -- and the guy had
accepted. Moreover, the date had been a complete success and
Sandy was so pleased with herself she was practically in
tears. That made me feel good, to know that I could help
someone that much by actually doing so little.
The following week, before class, I happened to see
Sandy conversing with another girl, obviously a buddy of
hers. The buddy was immediately joined by my nemesis,
George, who put his arm possessively around her. George
hadn't seen me and I slipped back into the doorway and
observed the three. Sandy's body language seemed to indicate
that she wasn't a big fan of George's, which confirmed my
judgment of her good taste in men. When she came into the
classroom, I asked her who that was she'd been talking to; I
thought I knew her from somewhere... maybe back home?
"Who, Cynthia? Cynthia Lewis? We went to high school
together, so I don't think you'd know her...." No, I guess I
didn't know her, I said; she must simply look like someone I
knew. Oh, well.
After class, I walked with Sandy over to the Library
and as we cut through the little grove of fir trees out
front, I said "Sandy, wait a minute." She stopped and looked
at me questioningly. "Dive, Sandy, dive."
Her expression didn't change, but she said "Sure..."
and waited for instructions.
"Sandy, does your friend Cynthia Lewis have any bad
habits or personal problems that you think she'd be happier
without?"
"Well, I'm afraid she's kind of a borderline anorexic.
She panics if she goes even two pounds over what she thinks
is her ideal weight and then she skips meals for days. It's
made her sick a few times and her doctor had to bully her
into eating. But the worst part, I think, is that she
worries and loses sleep over it. She's terrified she'll get
'fat'. You know those charts on public scales, that tell you
how much you should weigh for your height? Well, Cynthia
takes those things literally; she doesn't realize she's just
a large-framed person! She's never going to be a fashion
model. 'Normal' weight for her is about ten pounds more than
those stupid charts and she looks really good at that weight
-- very busty and kind of voluptuous. I worry about her
sometimes...."
So there was my leverage. "Sandy, I want you to take
your friend Cynthia aside and explain to her that you know
someone who might be able to help her with her weight
problem. You will convince her to get together with me, and
I'll try to readjust her sights to a healthier and more
realistic weight target, okay? You will stay with her the
whole time, so she has nothing to worry about, does she?
Tell her all about the session you and I had -- you remember
every bit of it -- and how it seems to have helped you.
You'll tell her you worry about her and you want to help
her. You're convinced of that, so you'll be able to convince
her, okay?"
A week later, Sandy asked if she could bring a friend
of hers around to talk to me about a problem she was having
with her weight.

Close up, Cynthia turned out to be not at all hefty --
just not a little wisp of a girl, either. She was about
five-foot-six, maybe a size fourteen, with large tits and
wide hips. Not fat, though. Just, as Sandy had suggested,
"voluptuous." She was quite pretty but she had a rather
drawn expression, as if she spent too much time staring down
at the scales.
We sat and chatted for a few minutes. Cynthia wasn't at
all sure about this hypnotism thing, but she trusted her
buddy, Sandy, and Sandy insisted I had been able to help her
overcome her shyness about guys; Cynthia, in fact, remarked
on the change in Sandy she had observed herself. I assured
her that she would be completely aware of everything that
was happening and that Sandy was there to make her feel more
comfortable, too. And she finally agreed.
Cynthia was not a difficult subject. She was used to
deferring to other people and she practically put herself
into a trance. "Cynthia, when your doctor has scolded you
for not eating, what did he say your weight ought to be?"
"About 125 pounds -- but that's way too much!"
"No, it isn't, Cynthia. You're taller than average and
you have a larger bone structure than those tiny little
girls whom you think are the 'right' size. You must convince
yourself that your doctor is right: You, personally,
individually, should weigh about 125 pounds. You will let
your weight gradually increase to about that level, won't
you? You will feel much better when you let yourself weigh
what you should weigh, won't you? When you go a few pounds
over your target, you won't worry and fret about it; you'll
just eat a little less for a few days until you're back down
to 125, give or take a couple of pounds. You won't rush it,
you won't fast, you won't go on crash diets -- none of that
is necessary, is it, Cynthia? You know you'll be much
healthier, don't you? And your doctor will be pleased with
you. You'll look very nice and very sexy at your proper
weight, Cynthia. And that will make you much happier. Your
friends won't worry about you so much. You're a beautiful
young woman, Cynthia, and you have a very nice body, and you
must not try to starve yourself for no reason. Do you
understand?"
Cynthia nodded and actually looked relieved, as if
someone had given her permission to do what she knew she
ought to do. I said, "Now, pay no attention to anything I
say for a minute, Cynthia." Then I turned to Sandy, sitting
quietly in the other chair, and said "Dive, Sandy, dive."
Now they were both under. I put Sandy on hold and turned
back to her friend.
"Now, Cynthia, there's something else we need to talk
about." She nodded. "How long have you been going with
George Kaufman? And why are you attracted to him?"
"A couple of months, I guess. I know some people don't
like him, and he's kind of loud sometimes, but he's all
right. He pays attention to me and he doesn't care that I'm
overweight. I mean, I used to be-- I mean, I guess I'm not
really overweight, not anymore, but he--"
She was beginning to confuse herself so I said,
"Cynthia, you're not overweight, remember? No matter what
George or anyone else says or thinks. Are you in love with
him, Cynthia? You two seem pretty tight when you're
together."
She laughed lightly. "No, nothing like that! He likes
to put his arm around me in public, so I let him. It
embarrasses me a little, sometimes, but what the hell. But
I'm not in love with him!"
"Have you fucked him, Cynthia? What do you usually do
in the way of sex play, on dates?"
"Uh, yeah, we've fucked a couple of times. But it makes
me nervous; I don't want to get pregnant, or catch a disease
or anything, and he refuses to use protection. So, mostly,
we just play around. He sucks on my tits and that feels nice
-- but he sucks too hard sometimes, and leaves a bruise. And
we jack each other off in the car. You know." She was a
little uncomfortable divulging all this intimate
information.
"Cynthia, you will not be nervous about telling me
these things. I'm helping you with a couple of problems,
right? Your friend, Sandy, is right here, keeping an eye on
you. You're perfectly all right and completely relaxed,
aren't you? Now, tell me about George. What kind of lover is
he?"
"Oh, he's okay, I guess. His penis is awful small,
but--"
"Small? Smaller than other guys' penises you've seen?"
"Oh, yes -- much smaller. I made out with several
guys in high school and a couple others in college before I
met George, and even the ones with average-sized penises
were a lot bigger than George's little thing." Wonderful! I
couldn't help grinning.
"Okay, Cynthia, this is what you're going to do:
Starting the next date you have with George, you will begin
telling him exactly what you've been telling me. When he
paws you in public, if you don't like it, tell him so, okay?
Tell him he's embarrassing you. If he sucks too hard on your
tit, tell him to stop doing it, you don't like to have a
bruise there. And when you handle his little prick, it will
strike you so funny, you won't be able to keep from
laughing, understand? You won't be able to stop yourself
from making jokes about it, will you? You can do much better
than George, you know that, don't you? In fact, after your
next date, you should tell all your friends, female and
male, just how tiny and inadequate George's equipment is,
don't you think? Make sure the word gets around about him.
He's used you, hasn't he? It's time you got even, isn't it?"
Cynthia's smile had taken on a beautifully wicked
tinge. I realized she resented George's condescension toward
her even more than she had said. I turned back to Sandy, who
had been sitting quietly all this time, smiling at her
private thoughts.
"Sandy, you will forget completely that you've been in
this trance. When I count down to five, you will come out of
it and not remember you've been under. You're watching me
counsel Cynthia on her imaginary weight problem, and that's
all that's happened. You'll remind her that her ideal weight
is really more like 125 pounds and you'll give her all the
psychological support she needs until she gets used to it,
won't you? She's your friend and you're glad you were able
to help her by bringing her to see me, right? Okay now:
Five,... four,... three,... two,... one." I had turned back
to Cynthia when Sandy blinked herself awake and shifted
position slightly.
"Okay, Cynthia, is everything clear now? About your
best weight? And everything else we've talked about?" She
nodded and smiled. The girls went back to their dorm
chattering happily and at peace with the world.

A couple weeks later, I began seeing notes scrawled in
restrooms on campus: TINY GEORGE, TERROR OF THE BEAVERS!
And: LITTLE GEORGE KAUFMAN STRIKES AGAIN! I overheard two
guys in the dorm cafeteria laughing about what their
girlfriends had told them about George "Little Dick"
Kaufman; the news was coming around third- and fourth-hand,
now.
George himself was red in the face and snarling most of
the time these days. There was a scuffle in the hall when
someone made a crack behind his back and George made the
mistake of taking a swing at the guy, who put him on the
floor with one punch. It's amazing how much blood your nose
can produce.
Sandy had told me, in between giggles, what her buddy
had told her about George the day after our session, so I'd
already known the "therapy" had taken. Cynthia's weight
gradually increased a few pounds and she seemed much more
relaxed and much happier with herself. I saw her with other
guys besides George and she looked,... well, "fulfilled."
I asked Cynthia out a couple times myself, in fact, and
it didn't require hypnosis to explore her charms. She had
tits like firm sofa pillows: Large but not sagging. Her
stomach and legs hadn't a ounce of flab and she was a
delightful girl to exchange caresses with. And when, on the
second date, we did The Deed in her dorm room, I discovered
I didn't need the two condoms I was carrying in my pocket:
Cynthia had laid in a stock in the drawer of her bedside
table, in all colors and flavors.

Oh, yeah -- George transferred to another school at the
end of the spring semester. He wouldn't even tell anyone
what school it was, apparently for fear someone would call
ahead and keep the gossip going. I almost missed him. What
good is it, being a hammer, when you can't find a deserving
nail?



I went home for the summer after my third year of
college with the satisfaction of a 3.8 GPA and a
notification letter in my pocket that I had been awarded a
full scholarship for my senior year, including room and
board. I wouldn't have to find a summer job that year,
except perhaps for a little extra pocket money. I made do
with a moped instead of a car anyway, and most of my spare
cash went for books rather than fancy clothes or expensive
dates.
On the recommendation of my faculty advisor, I had put
together an extensive reading list that I had to try to get
through before beginning my senior thesis, so I was
expecting to spend much of the ten weeks sprawled in an easy
chair with a good reading lamp nearby. But I wasn't going to
ignore my social life -- or my particular physical needs.
I'd been home about a week before I got around to
calling my old high school friend, Jeff. We weren't exactly
blood brothers, but we had always gotten together during
vacations and we sent each other oddball Christmas cards and
such. It was his brother, Edward, who had gotten me started
with hypnosis. Edward was in med school now, on his way to
full shrink-hood. I had just about decided not to pursue an
actual medical career -- or not an M.D., anyway. The
prospect of still being in school when I was thirty was not
appealing. But psychological counseling on the strength of a
master's degree was a real possibility.
Jeff was three years into a political science degree
and was trolling for a position in some congressman's office
after graduation. We sat out on his big, screened-in back
porch, drinking cokes, comparing college experiences, and
laughing as we thought up insane career ideas. We were
joking about going into business together -- he could select
political candidates and I could brainwash them -- when I
became aware that someone was watching me.
I leaned back in my pine rocker and looked over my
shoulder. A dim shape, young and female, stood inside the
screen door. I smiled and Sharon gave up her attempt at
concealment and opened the screen. She was barefoot and
long-legged in her cutoffs and French-style T-shirt.
If I'd had any doubts about the efficacy of the
long-term suggestions I'd planted in this girl's mind last
Christmas, all it took was one glance at her face to know
I'd been successful. Little Sharon's hot, smoky stare made
me begin to sweat.
"Hi, sis," Jeff said. "Listen, while you're up, would
you mind getting us a couple more cokes?"
He was being perfectly friendly, not demanding, but
Sharon quietly replied "Get 'em yourself, man,"... and her
eyes never left my face.
I shot a quick glance at Jeff, who seemed nonplussed. I
said, "Sharon, would you mind very much getting us a couple
of cold cokes?"
She broke into a brilliant smile. "Sure! Just a
sec...!" And she was headed for the kitchen. I turned back
to Jeff and his dumbfounded stare. His eyebrows were
crowding his hairline.
"What was that all about?!" he exclaimed.
I smiled lazily. "I think your kid sister has a crush
on me."
"On you? Why?"
"Why not?" I replied. "Maybe she's dazzled by my
obvious sex appeal."
"Hell, she won't even be fifteen for another month!" he
exploded. "How would she even know you, anyway?"
"Well, she's known me as long as you have, actually.
Just in the background. Come to think of it -- how much
older is your father than your mother?"
"About seven years," he said. "But--"
"That's more than the difference between my age and
Sharon's," I said quietly. It was kind of fun watching ol'
Jeff's blood pressure rise.
"But Mom was already out of college when she met Dad!
It's completely different!"
"Calm down, already. I didn't say I was going to take
her to a motel, did I?"
His eyebrows came down fast. "Hey, now-- She's my
sister, man...."
"Jeff, don't you think some of the girls you try to
get into bed have older brothers who are just as protective
as you are?"
"Well,...." He couldn't think of a retort and Sharon
banged through the screen door at that moment, a coke in
either hand. Jeff looked in her direction and shut up.
"Thanks very much, Sharon," I said as she handed me
both bottles. I passed one to Jeff, whose gaze was flicking
from his sister's face to mine and back.
"Well, just watch it," he muttered at me under his
breath.

When I got up to leave a half-hour later, I'd mollified
Jeff at least to the point where he'd decided his sister's
adolescent crush did not indicate an imminent elopement.
Sharon disappeared about that point, too. I figured I'd have
to wait until she called me, since calling her would only
arouse her brother's suspicions again. But she was way ahead
of me.
As I pulled away from the curb in my father's borrowed
car, I was startled by a movement in the rear-view mirror,
followed immediately by a breathy "Hi!" close to my ear.
Sharon glanced out the back window and clambered over into
the front seat.
"A stowaway, huh?" I returned her conspiratorial grin.
"Yeah -- I didn't know when I'd get the chance to talk
to you again."
"And what did you want to talk about, sweetheart?"
She hesitated, licked her lips, and took a deep breath.
"I'm,... I'm in love. With you." She looked a little
apprehensive. I decided to continue to play the game awhile
longer.
"Why do you think that, Sharon?" I smiled at her
encouragingly.
"Well,... I think about you all the time." Her hand
touched my shoulder and she scooted closer on the seat. "I
imagine all kinds of things about us. About--" She glanced
at my lap. I very gently stroked her thigh and her breath
caught again. "About making out with you," she finished in a
rush. "And, uh, other things...." She blushed, just a
little. "And it's always you -- never any of the guys I know
from school. Maybe they're just too young for me."
Sharon was sitting sideways on the car seat, one leg
folded neatly beneath the other. Her knee overlapped my
thigh and I continued to stroke her silky tan. Her hand had
moved to the back of my neck and her slender fingers twined
nervously in my hair. She was putting out more heat than a
barbecue pit.
I had slowed down as I reached the end of her block and
now I turned the corner and stopped at the curb, out of
sight of her house. I set the brake and turned to face her;
she seemed a bit unsure of herself, probably worried I was
going to tell her to run along and grow up. But I took her
other hand and held it firmly; when I smiled back at her,
she sighed happily and tried to shift even closer.
"Sharon, could you get away to see me without your
parents or your brother knowing about it?"
"Yeah, I think so...!" She was all bouncy eagerness
now. "My friend, Marilyn? I told her I had a secret
boyfriend--" (She shot me an apologetic smile) "--who was
older and had a car, and my parents wouldn't approve." She
sure had that right. "Marilyn thinks it's all too
romantic! If I tell my parents I'm sleeping over at her
house, she'll cover for me. She has her own phone," she
added.
"Okay, then why don't you make arrangements with
Marilyn for this Friday night, sweetheart? And I'll organize
us a place to go where we can be alone, okay? Oh -- one
other thing." I squeezed her hand and she gave me her full
attention. "Dive, Sharon, dive." It had been six months, but
she slipped effortlessly into a deep trance.
"Sharon, it's Wednesday now. Tonight and tomorrow
night, you will think about me when you go to bed -- even
more than usual. Then you will masturbate and imagine it's
my hand instead of your own, and that thought will make you
even hornier. Over the next two days, your breasts --
especially your nipples -- and your cunt will become more
and more sensitive, they will tingle almost continually, and
that will make you think constantly about sex and about me.
You'll become more and more aroused in anticipation of our
date -- and you will enjoy those sensations very much, won't
you, Sharon?"
A light flush was already rising around her delicate
collarbone. Holding her hot gaze, I reached out and brushed
her nipple through her shirt with one finger. She twitched
with pleasure and arched her back for me.
"Sharon, when you come out of your trance, you will
feel an enormous desire to kiss me. You need to kiss me
before you get out of the car, don't you?"
"Oh, I want so much to kiss you," she replied
breathlessly. I brought her out of it and almost immediately
she hopped up on her knees, above me now, and set her elbows
carefully on my shoulders. I leaned back, letting my hands
slide up and down the backs of her thighs. She hummed softly
in her throat as her mouth swooped down on mine. For
fourteen years old, little Sharon had a natural talent for
lip-work. She twisted her fingers in my hair and made
exciting little sounds as she ground her mouth against mine.
Her tongue darted in and out and I found it hard to remember
that she was supposed to be an inexperienced kid.
When she relented a few minutes later, my ears were
ringing and I knew I had left finger marks on the backs of
her thighs. I was looking forward to Friday night almost as
much as Sharon was. Then she was out of the car and jogging
barefoot toward the mouth of the alley that would take her
back to her house. We hadn't even firmed up the arrangements
for our date.
On Thursday, when I got home from an afternoon workout
at the pool, my mother was muttering under her breath
because some unknown person had called twice and hung up
when she answered. The next time the phone rang, half an
hour later, I grabbed it myself on the upstairs extension.
In response to my "Hello?" there was a breathy pause
and then a whispered "I just had to hear your voice. Please
don't be mad at me...."
"I'm not mad at you, Sharon, but you might get in
trouble if you keep calling like this." I kept my voice low
and one eye on the door; my mother wouldn't understand this
conversation. "Just think about what you and I might be
doing tomorrow night, okay? Tell me what you think is going
to happen, Sharon. Describe it to me."
I could hear her take a long breath. "I'm going to hold
your penis in my hand. Maybe I'll lick it and put it in my
mouth -- and you'll put your finger in my pussy and get me
hot. Oh, God...." She was breathing faster.
"That's not all I'm going to put in your sweet pussy,"
I whispered back. Little Sharon was doing things to me. And
the only response I got was a throaty murmur.
"I'll see you tomorrow night," I said.
"Yes, you sure will -- all of me, I'll bet!" She
throttled a giggle. "Pick me up at eight o'clock at the end
of the alley where I got out." And the receiver clicked.

When I pulled up to the curb at 8:02, Sharon was out of
the shadows and into the car with a pink gym bag before the
wheels stopped rolling. She was wearing dark jeans and a
dark sweatshirt, and she sank down on the floor, out of
sight, though there wasn't much chance of her being seen. If
she wanted to make a romantic intrigue out of this, that was
okay with me. Then she got my attention by slipping her
warm, slender hand up inside the leg of my jeans. "Where are
we going?" she asked.
I'd been working on that problem since Wednesday. I
certainly couldn't take her home. A nice hotel cost far too
much and was much too public, especially for an assignation
with a girl as obviously underage as Sharon. And a cheap
motel, the kind of place that would ignore her age, was a
good place to get ripped off. But by calling around among a
number of old acquaintances, I'd finally found a solution.
A guy named John Alexander, one of "the gang" in high
school and that first year at the junior college, was still
single and was now earning a comfortable living selling some
sort of electronic equipment to big corporations. He was
frequently on the road, either making a pitch or working a
sales show at some convention center. He'd been known to
lend his rented town house to friends, and this was one of
those occasions. He'd left that morning on an out-of-town
weekend trip and I now had his door key and his cheerful
"Poke her one for me!"
John was an unusually trusting guy, especially for a
salesman, but so far no one had trashed his place, or
annoyed the neighbors, or caused the cops to visit. I
intended to be as invisible as possible.
There was a spot in the complex's parking lot right in
front of the town house door, so I got out and unlocked the
place -- and Sharon scuttled in as though the police were
right behind her. I looked around as I shot the deadbolt and
flicked on a lamp. It was a typical bachelor pad -- lots of
leather (well, naugahyde) and tweed upholstery, brass lamps
on the oak end tables, and a massive liquor cabinet in the
place of honor opposite the front door. I didn't really
notice the stereo system at first because it was spread all
across one wall, woven in amongst the bookcases. Each of
John's speakers was the size of my dresser in the dorm. The
small kitchen was full of food processors and other
high-tech appliances -- though I didn't know what he used
all that equipment for, since his freezer was crammed full
of frozen entrees.
Sharon was already hurrying upstairs to check out the
bedroom. I heard a smothered squeal of delight and the
exclamation "There's a waterbed!" I followed her up the
carpeted stairs, smiling at her enthusiasm.
She was lying spreadeagled in the master bedroom,
pumping and flexing her lithe body to make waves in the bed.
Her face was an appealing mix of fourteen-year-old shyness
and very grown-up sexual hunger. But I wasn't in any hurry
-- yet.
"Sharon, why don't we go back downstairs and try out
that fancy sound system? This is supposed to be a real date
and I'd like to find out what kind of dancer you are." She
thumped back down the treads ahead of me and had pulled out
some CDs by the time I caught up. I hadn't heard of any of
the groups but they didn't look like the sort of thing
anyone could dance to at under 40mph. Fortunately, John was
also an 'oldies' fan and I found a number of slow-dance
tunes that I knew I could handle and that Sharon might enjoy
being romanced to.
She was a little hesitant, though. "I'm not very good
at old-fashioned dancing...."
Old-fashioned? "Come on, sweetheart, it's easy -- nice,
too." I loaded up The Belmonts and The Platters and slipped
my arms around her slender waist. She immediately crossed
her wrists behind my neck and moved up as close as she could
without actually climbing inside my clothes. I gave her a
quick kiss and tucked her head on my shoulder; she hung on
like we were in free fall.
I had to admit, it was very nice moving slowly around
the room with a hot young thing like Sharon in my arms. I
didn't delude myself about my preference for young -- or
young-looking -- girls. I liked them sweet and slender,
inexperienced and eager, fresh and filled with curiosity.
Dancing like this was delightful,... even if I hadn't had
sex on my mind.
Her nose nuzzled my ear, giving me fleeting chills.
When I was her age, I had been only casually interested in
girls. My first kiss had been awkward and I hadn't known
what to do with my nose. If someone like little Sharon had
turned her blowtorch on me back then, I probably would have
fainted. I had begun to understand why teenage girls often
were attracted to slightly older, more experienced guys.
Perhaps I still hadn't persuaded a hypnotic subject to do
something against her nature; perhaps this was what Sharon
had subconsciously yearned for. But that certainly wasn't
going to keep me from enjoying myself tonight.
My hands slid across Sharon's firm little ass and she
strained her hips closer to me. A small whimper escaped her
lips as I tucked my fingers in her back pockets and she
tried to burrow even closer. After a moment, she moaned in
frustration and clamped her mouth to mine. She clutched the
back of my head and her tongue assaulted my front teeth. I
moved up under the back of her sweatshirt and counted the
knobs of her vertebrae.
Sharon pushed herself away with a gasp and feverishly
hauled her shirt off over her head. She fumbled with the
front clasp of her bra and then her small breasts sprang
free, nipples pointing over my shoulders. When my hands
covered them, I reveled in the touch of their smooth
surfaces and the silky down under my fingers. Her nipples
were as stiff and resilient as rubber and when I pinched
them lightly her hands grabbed hard at my forearms and she
inhaled sharply.
Then I had her jeans unbuttoned and unzipped and she
moved back and pushed them down, kicked off her loafers, and
stepped out of them. She reached for the elastic of her thin
white cotton panties but I pushed her hands away and knelt;
I had been looking forward to doing this myself.
When I poked my tongue in her navel, her stomach
muscles fluttered and she choked down a

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