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Stages
by Impax (pax420@gmail.com)
***
Him: You wanna play a rape game? Her: Absolutely NOT!"
Him: Hey, you're pretty good at this! (mf-teens, cpls,
reluc, 1st, hypno, mc)
***
Ian had read more than a few books on the study of
hypnotism, but he never attempted it on a person, due to
the fact that he was too nervous to ask anyone to
volunteer. It wasn't that he was lacking confidence in
his ability; he'd already successfully hypnotized his
family dog, but more that ,he knew he be really good at
it, and be able to take control completely. He wasn't
sure he was ready for that responsibility yet. He was
only 17.
He did a magic act at the talent show that year, and
that changed everything about his life after that. His
first few tricks were a flop; the rabbit jumped out of
his hat early, the string of handkerchiefs were peeking
out his sleeves, and he dropped his deck of cards out of
nervousness in the first minute of his act. He managed
to make everyone laugh, but the magic was gone.
Out of sheer desperation, he called for a volunteer from
the audience, and Misty Walker came up, the prettiest
girl in school, at least in his opinion She wasn't the
most popular in any sense, nor did she have the best
body, but as far as pretty faces went, Ian thought she
beat just about any other girl he knew, hands down. Only
one other girl in the school even came close, and that
was her best friend, Anne.
"Are you going to make me disappear?" she asked.
"No, but I might split you in half!" he joked, getting
another laugh. "No, folks, what I have in mind is truly
real magic, the magic of the mind and all it's
mysteries, which we will reveal a little of today, that
mystical thing called Hypnotism!"
The crowd ahhed appreciatively, and Misty smiled
nervously.
"Are you going to make me cluck like a chicken?" she
asked.
"Do you want to cluck like a chicken?" he asked her,
seriously. The crowd laughed again. She smiled and shook
her head.
"Haven't you ever heard that you can't make anyone do
anything they wouldn't ordinarily do?" She nodded, along
with half the audience. Everyone knew that. "So are you
prone to clucking like a chicken?" She shook her head,
smiling. "Then you won't," he said, simply. "Would you
mind sitting in this chair, here? Make yourself
comfortable, that's right. Would you close your eyes for
me?"
He stood behind her chair and continued to talk in a
soothing voice, asking her to visualize a waterfall,
describing the sound of the water and asking her to
imagine a spot on the water and follow it over the edge,
down and down and down. Soon, she was deep asleep, and
the room was very hushed.
"Misty, can you hear me?"
"Yes..." she said, softly.
"Do you like to dance, Misty?"
"Sometimes, when I'm by myself." she admitted. "I'm not
very good, though, so that's why I don't like to do it
when there's anybody watching.
"What's your favorite song to dance to?" he asked.
"Billy Jean." she admitted.
"Well, Misty, you are back in your room at home, and the
song "Billy Jean" by Michael Jackson just came on.
There's no one to see you, so go ahead and dance! All
alone in your room, dance to the music."
"It's really okay?" she asked, timidly.
"Billy Jean is not my lover." he sang, softly. She
slowly got out of the chair and began swaying, then even
more slowly, began unbuttoning her blouse.
He watched in astonishment as she sashayed around on the
stage, slowly taking off her shirt. The audience hooted
and clapped as she revealed her bra, then began
unbuttoning her jeans. She was a beautiful girl, with a
perfectly proportioned body, and her B cup bra was
filled out nicely over her flat tummy. He let her get
her jeans open enough to show the top of her plain white
panties, then stopped her.
"Misty, you will dance with your clothes on, this time."
he told her, picking up her blouse and handing it to
her.
"Sorry, folks, this is a 'G' rated show today," he said
to the audience. They boo-ed, but he got an approving
nod from the show's manager, Miss Finch, who had been
looking worried for a moment there. He paused to let
them settle down as Misty turned her back, giving the
audience a good long look at her perfect ass as she
wiggled into the tight denim, and then put her shirt on
and covered her bare back.
"Misty, I'm going to count backwards from 10 to 1, and
as I do so, you will float to the top of the waterfall,
and awaken on this stage, feeling alert and refreshed,
and you won't remember anything you did today. You will
remember the number three, however, and return to that
state when I say the words... He bent slightly and
whispered into her ear theatrically, and the audience
giggled. He straightened up and started counting out
loud.
"10... 9... 8..." All the way to three, and he gave a
longer pause as she shivered slightly, then went on.
"2... 1... Misty, you're getting sleepy..."
"No, I'm not; I feel perfectly awake! I'm afraid your
silly trick won't work on me!"
"Perhaps you're right." he said, smiling light-
heartedly, and walked her to the edge of the stage, to
the steps. To her surprise, the entire audience went to
their feet and applauded wildly, as he took bow after
bow.
She took her seat next to her best friend, who was
looking at her in awe. She got annoyed at the stare
quickly.
"What!?" she snapped. "I went up on stage, he tried to
do it, and it didn't work! So what!?"
"Misty! Are you crazy?" asked Anne, her best friend.
They'd been friends since first grade, and she knew how
shy Misty was. "You took your shirt off up there!"
"I did not! I was only up there for about two minutes,
tops."
"You wish!" said Anne. "You were up there for fifteen
minutes, at least. He told you to forget everything and
you did!"
Misty felt confused. She looked around, and everyone was
looking at her and talking. Some of them were even
pointing. Now she was close to tears. Anne saw her face
and touched Misty's arm.
"Hey, lighten up, he stopped you from totally
embarrassing yourself, and you really did look beautiful
up there." Anne said. "He made you think you were all
alone so you would dance, but nobody could have known
that you dance naked. I guess that's why you prefer to
be alone when you do it!"
"Can we get out of here? Everyone is staring at me! I
hate all of you!!" she screamed, then got up and stormed
to the door. Anne hastily followed her out a moment
later, but as she was collecting their coats and purses,
Ian stopped her and called her name.
"Anne!" he called. "Please, I need to talk to you!" He
hurried up the aisle toward her, and caught her right at
the door, seeing how she wasn't going to wait for him.
"Anne, please?" he begged, just outside.
They both turned to look as Misty came striding up, her
eyes flashing with anger.
"How dare you make such a fool out of me up there like
that? What gives you the right to... to make people do
things they would never do?" She tried to slap him, but
he caught her wrist and stopped her. "Let go of me!" she
yelled, jerking her wrist away, then rubbed it with her
other hand. "Ow, that hurt, you brute!"
"Misty, please, it wasn't intentional, I promise!
Besides, you were great! I mean, uh..." He faltered when
he saw that nothing he could say could talk him out of
what he did, and gave up.
Misty saw the defeat in his eyes and felt a little worm
of satisfaction, and relented some. She liked Ian and
volunteered because she saw him flopping around on
stage, and thought she'd help him out. She just didn't
know it would turn out like this, and she realized that
he hadn't, either. She gave him a rueful grin.
"I really stripped on stage?" she asked him.
"It was the song "Billy Jean." he told her. "You were
really into it, too."
"Oh." she said, blushing. "That's the song that I... uh,
never mind!"
"How did you feel when you woke up?" he asked, changing
the subject. Misty looked at him quizzically.
"What do you mean? I never went to sleep!" she replied,
then caught the look that passed between him and Anne.
"Oh, well, other than this feeling of intense
embarrassment, I feel great right now!"
"Hey, uh, Ian, do you think you could do it to me?" Anne
asked, a little hesitantly. "Not here, though, it's way
too public!" She gave a glance at the doors leading back
into the auditorium, then looked at Misty and smiled
slightly. "I don't want to be famous like you two."
"I don't want to be famous!" Misty yelped.
"Well, you are for a minute." Ian said. "Sorry about
that."
"It's about time you apologized." Anne said, grinning.
"Hey, I didn't know!" he said, defensively. "It won't
happen again, I promise!"
"Well, it better not!" said Anne. "I have no intention
of letting a bunch of people see me naked!"
"Gee, thanks, Anne, that makes me feel ever so much
better!" said Misty, sarcastically.
"Relax, nobody saw you naked, just your bra." Anne
retorted. "And I've seen you with smaller bathing suit
tops on, like the red one!"
"Would you two girls like to continue this conversation
at my house? I'm afraid they're finishing up the show in
there, and I'd like to beat the rush home."
Anne and Misty exchanged a quick glance, then Misty
shrugged and smiled.
"Sure." she said for both of them. One of the conditions
for them going out together was to come straight home
after the talent show. They'd been caught smoking
cigarettes last week, and they were on restriction from
both their parents. It was a direct violation of their
probation, and they felt a little naughty doing this.
He led the way outside to his truck, and they got in.
Anne sat in the middle, next to him. It started right
up, for once, and he pulled out of the parking lot.
His house wasn't far away, and he gave silent thanks to
whatever gods there be that his room was in the basement
and had it's own entrance.
"Whoa. You got your own apartment?" asked Anne, looking
around in obvious astonishment.
"Well, sort of." he said. "I share the kitchen upstairs
with my parents, but this is pretty much my own
apartment, yeah."
"Cool!" breathed Misty. One of her fantasies was to lose
her virginity in another man's apartment, and Anne knew
it.
"Okay, can you do it now?" Anne asked, going into the
living room and sitting on his couch.
"Can we do what, now?" he asked, sitting down next to
her. Misty followed them, curious about what he was
going to do.
"You know, hypnotize me!" she said, grinning. "Make me
do things, like you did to Misty."
"I didn't make Misty do anything," he said.
"You made her think she was alone in her room!" Anne
said. "That's all I mean."
"Oh, well, I can do that." he said, agreeably. He looked
Anne straight in her eyes. "Relax and listen to my
voice. Close your eyes and visualize the waterfall, can
you do that?" Anne nodded, closing her eyes and leaning
her head back on the chair, relaxing all her muscles.
He noticed Misty had her eyes closed, as well. She was
sitting on a chair across from them, and her breathing
had already settled into a steady rhythm, he noted. No
need for the trigger this time; she was already deep
under, and she'd just sat down! He focused his attention
on Anne, and had talked her into a trance in just a few
minutes.
"How do you feel, Anne?" he asked.
"I feel good," she said.
"Can you see the river? It's flowing along quite fast,
but very smoothly, the top of the water like black oil.
You are just above the water, flying with your face just
a few feet above it. You hear the soft roar of the
waterfall just ahead."
"Yesss..." she said, softly.
"Feel the wind in your hair as you pick up a little
speed." he said, blowing softly near her ear. "Can you
feel it?"
"Yesss," she said again, a little louder.
"Here's the edge, Anna, you're going over it right now,
and you're falling, falling, falling..." he said. "but
now you're not really falling, you're floating down,
down, Anne, floating down, and at the bottom is a nice,
soft, pillowbed, you are on the pillowbed, and it's
soft, holding you safe and secure, you can't fall
anymore, because you're laying on the pillowbed." He
looked at the beautiful girl, laying there and totally
in his power. "You feel very relaxed as you lay there,
Anne, very relaxed... and... horny."
"Ohhh," Anne murmured. "Yesss..." He saw her thighs open
slightly.
"You start to touch yourself, Anne, it's feels nice to
touch yourself, touching your nipples, they are getting
kinda stiff, and you want to touch them, Anne, touching
your nipples."
The girl smiled slightly, and her hands went onto her
breasts, tracing small circles, and her thighs opened a
little more.
"As you touch them, Anna, you want more direct contact,
don't you, you want to feel your fingers on your bare
breasts, you want to touch your nipples with no shirt
on. Go ahead and open your shirt, Anne, and touch your
bare nipples. It's okay, you're safe on the this giant
pillowbed, and this is a dream, an erotic dream, open
your blouse and touch your bare nipples, Anne, touch
your nipples."
Anne opened her blouse and reached into the cups of her
lacy bra, playing gently with her nipples as he looked
on. He was getting very hard in his pants, and reached
into the waistband to adjust himself as his cock
attained full hardness.
"More and more, Anne, you want to touch yourself more
and more." He saw her left hand snake down her body to
her crotch. "Open your pants, Anne, you want to touch
yourself there, too, open your pants and let your
fingers give you pleasure."
Anne brought both hands down and unbuttoned the top of
her jeans, then ran the zipper down. Ian took a chance
and decided to help her a little. He grasped them at her
hips and gently tugged them down her legs. She lifted
her ass a little to help him get them off, and he
slipped her sneaks off her feet with little difficulty,
then pulled her jeans right off and folded them. She had
one hand inside her white cotton panties now, rubbing
her crotch as he watched. The other was inside her open
blouse, playing with one turgid nipple, exposed above
the cup of her bra. He noticed it hooked closed in
front, so he reached down and unclasped it, giving
himself an unobstructed view of her small breasts, no
more than a "B" cup at most.
He turned to Misty, seeing that she was still deeply
tranced as well, and touching herself in the same manner
as her best friend, Anne.
"Misty, can you hear me?" he asked softly.
"Yesss..." she whispered. He reached down and touched
both her wrists at the same time. "I just tied balloons
to your hands, Misty." he said. "Now I'm filling them
with helium, and they are floating up...up... up." He
watched her arms slowly begin to rise upward until they
were fully extended above her head. "They are still
rising, Misty, pulling you upward with them. You are
being pulled upward by the wrists, Misty." He watched as
she slowly got to her feet, her arms still held high
over her head.
"That's it, they can rise no higher, Misty, they are
touching the ceiling now. You are held up there by the
strings I tied to you; can you feel them?"
"Yesss," she said softly. "Holding me up."
"How do you feel, Misty? Are you still turned on from
touching yourself?" he asked. "You liked touching
yourself, didn't you?"
"Yesss," she repeated, a little smile touching the
corners of her mouth.
"You still want that touch, but you can't, because your
hands are tied to the balloons, right? I tied balloons
to your hands, and now you can't touch yourself."
"Yesss." Now a frown touched the corners of her mouth,
and he could see her struggling a little to pull her
hands down, presumably to touch herself some more.
"You can't touch yourself, Misty, but you want to be
touched, don't you? You need that touch, right?"
"Yesss..."
"I tied the balloons to you Misty, you can't touch
yourself."
"Yesss..."
"I can touch you, Misty, do you want me to touch you?"
he asked. "You can't touch yourself, but you want the
touches. I can touch you."
"Yes, touch me," she said, almost begging. "I need you
to touch me. I can't touch myself!"
"Okay, Misty, I'll help you. I'll touch you anywhere you
want me to," he said. "Would you like that?"
"Ohh, yesss, touch me, touch me, I need you to touch
me!" she said.
"Where, Misty? Do you want me to touch you here?" he
asked, moving behind her and gently touching her breasts
through her blouse and bra.
"MMMMmmm! Yes, touch me there!" she said, twisting on
her tiptoes to bring her breasts more into contact with
his fingers.
"How about like this?" he asked, sliding his hands down
her ribs, then around onto her stomach. "Do you like me
touching you like this?"
"MmmHmm," Misty moaned. Ian opened a few of her bottom
buttons and pulled her shirt tails out of where they
were tucked into her jeans.
"How about this, Misty, do you like my hands on your
skin?" His hands slipped under her blouse and went onto
her stomach, rubbing her belly. "Do you want me to move
them up and touch your breasts under your blouse? You
liked me touching them through your shirt before; would
you like me to touch them like this?"
"Ohh, yes. Touch my breasts. Touch them like this, feels
so good!" she moaned.
Ian obliged her, moving his hands up and fondling her
with only her bra between his fingers and her nipples.
"How do you feel, Misty, do you want me to touch you
some more? Should I take off your blouse and bra so I
can touch you better?"
"Ohh, yesss, please, get them off, I need you touch me!"
she begged.
"Okay, Misty, I am opening up your blouse the rest of
the way, and here goes your bra." He pulled her blouse
open the rest of the way, then unhooked her bra. He
couldn't remove them with her hands held over her head
like that, but he didn't need to just yet. He was
standing close behind her, sliding his hands under the
loose cups of her bra and fondling her breasts with both
hands while she moaned and ground her thighs together.
After a long moment, he slid one hand down over her
belly and onto the front of her jeans.
"Do you want me to touch you here, too?" he asked,
rubbing one finger up and down over her pubic mound. "I
saw you touching yourself there, too, but you can't;
your hands are tied to the balloons. Do you want me to
touch you here for you?"
"Ohhh, yesss!" she gasped, opening her thighs for his
hand. "But not through my pants; take them off for me,
please, get them off and touch me naked!"
"Okay, Misty, I'll do it, but only on one condition." he
said, whispering in her ear. "If I touch you naked, I
want you to touch me naked, too. Will you do that for
me?"
She hesitated only a second, and quickly agreed as he
took his hands away and stopped touching her altogether.
"Okay, anything, I'll do it, just, please, Ian, don't
stop touching me, I need it so bad!"
"Okay, Misty, we have a deal. "I'll touch you naked, and
you touch me naked. We have a deal." He put his hands
back on her lower belly, then undid the top button of
her jeans. She was writhing her ass into his crotch now,
unashamedly pressing herself into his hard maleness. He
pushed her jeans down after unzipping them, then helped
her step out of them after removing her sneakers as
well.
He slid his hands up the outside of her bare legs,
loving the feel of her smoothly shaved skin, then slid
them down and inside her thighs, pulling them open and
rubbing his hand over her pubic mound. He was surprised
by the moisture he felt there, slicking it back and
forth with two fingers.
"Ohh, Ian, take my panties off, too. Touch me naked, you
promised!" she begged. He smiled to himself, then took
his own pants off and let his erection press into her
pantied ass. "Ian, you promised, touch me naked; you
promised!"
"And so I did." he said in her ear.
He rolled her waistband down, all the way to the crotch,
then slid the roll of cotton down her legs and helped
her step out of them, too. Again, he slid his hands up
the outside of her legs, slower this time, then repeated
his first gesture and slid them down inside her thighs,
pulling them open. This time, he could feel the wispy
pubes against his palm as he rubbed her, then slid two
fingers into her slit, sliding them up and down her
wetness.
He moved around her until he was facing her, still
frigging her with his two fingers as she gasped and
moaned.
"I want to kiss you Misty, can I kiss you?" he asked.
His thumb found her clit and gently, oh so gently,
pressed into it. She moaned, deep in her throat, and he
didn't wait for her answer. He kissed her lips, probing
his tongue between them and tasting her mouth.
She eagerly kissed him back, her thighs wide open for
his questing hand, both her arms still straight up over
her head.
He moved his mouth lower, taking one of her bare breasts
in his mouth and flicking his tongue over her nipple.
She writhed against him, loving the way it felt as he
mouthed first one, then the other. He went to his knees
before her, kissing his way down her belly, then through
the little blonde strip of pubic hair, and finally
licked her clit. She moaned out loudly at that liquid
touch.
"Misty, if I let you down, are you going to want me to
stop?" he asked.
"No, Ian, don't stop, don't ever stop!" she begged.
"Leave me up here and keep doing it if letting me down
means you're going to stop!"
"I'll let you down, Misty, I just wanted to make sure
first." he told her. "I'll let you down, then I'll kiss
you naked. Is that what you want me to do?"
"Ohh, YESSS!!" she said, begging evident in her tone.
"But you remember our deal, right? I touch you naked,
and then you touch me naked, right?"
"Yes, anything you want, just keep touching me! Please,
Ian, just keep kissing me!"
"So if I kiss you naked, are you going to kiss me
naked?"
"Oh, yesss, anything you want, just please don't stop!"
she moaned. "I'll kiss you naked, I promise, fair is
fair. Please take me down and kiss me naked!"
"Okay, Misty, I'm untying you now." he said, standing up
again and touching her wrists. He helped her lower them
to her sides, then sat her down in the chair with her
ass pulled right to the front of the cushion as he went
to his knees between her wide open thighs. He kissed her
lower belly, then a little lower, and a little lower
still. He could smell her musky odor and couldn't wait
to taste her.
He pushed her legs up and set her feet right on the very
edge of the chair, totally opening her to his gaze. He
waited just a moment more, savoring the sight, then bent
his head and put his mouth over her whole sex, tonguing
her slit as deeply as he could. She tasted exquisite,
even better than he had imagined.
Her legs shot straight out as he did it, then curled
around his neck and locked together over his shoulders,
holding him in place. No need; he was right where he
wanted to be.
For the now anyway. He could hear Anne moaning loudly on
the couch behind him, and knew she was going to be as
easy to have as Misty proved to be. Right now, he was
still enjoying Misty, though, and was in no hurry to
finish with her just yet.
Misty was getting very close to coming, tho; she was
really not used to the powerful sensations he was
inspiring with his tongue on her clit and his fingers
moving shallowly in and out of her. He could feel her
hymen with every thrust of his finger inside her, and
was supremely careful not to damage it. She was getting
every thrill she needed from his external manipulations
anyway.
With a loud cry and lifting her ass up off the seat,
Misty came, flooding Ian's mouth with rich musky cream.
He licked it all up, letting her come down as slowly as
he could. He planned on her remembering this experience
and using that memory to get his turn later.
When she had her breath back, he got up and looked down
at her. Her belly was still heaving as she tried to get
her breath back.
"Misty, you promised to kiss me naked." he said. She
looked up at him, but didn't move. She looked a little
apprehensive about the prospect. "Misty, you promised,
didn't you?"
"Yes, Ian," she whispered. All she could look at was his
throbbing red cock, bobbing up and down slightly.
"You don't have to do it right now." he said to her, and
relief washed over her face.
"Oh, thank you!" she said, gratefully. "Thank you, thank
you!"
"That doesn't mean never." he warned. "Someday, in the
very near future, I'm going to whisper in your ear, and
you're going to get down on your knees." he said. "When
I whisper 'kiss me naked' in your ear, you're going to
get down on your knees and get this" -he gestured at his
cock- "You're going to get this out, and you're going to
suck on it. You're going to suck on it, Misty, and
you're going to make me come. You're going to make me
come, just like I made you come, because fair is fair.
Isn't that what you said, Misty? Fair is fair."
"Yes, Ian, fair is fair," she whispered. "I promised,
and I will. I'll kiss you naked, I promised. Fair is
fair."
"What else did you promise me, Misty? Did you promise me
'anything'?"
"Yes." she whispered. She looked a little scared again.
"Yes, I promised you anything, didn't I?"
"Do you know what anything means, Misty?" he asked. She
whimpered and nodded. "Anything means this, doesn't it,
Misty?" He went forward and rubbed his cockhead up and
down her slit, letting her feel it right at the entrance
to her pussy. "This is what 'anything' means, doesn't
it?"
"Yes," she said. "Please, not that!" she begged.
"Please, don't make me do that right now, don't do that
to me right now?"
"Not right now, Misty, I won't do it right now." he told
her, taking it away. "I'm going to do it when I whisper
in your ear. What am I going to whisper, Misty?"
"Kiss me naked," she told him, in a barely audible
voice.
"That's right, and if you still don't want to then, what
am I going to say?" he asked. "What am I going to say
that will make you know that you have to?"
"Fair is fair," she whispered, looking crestfallen.
"Fair is fair."
"That's right," he said. "And because 'fair is fair,',
I'll kiss you naked again. You'd like that, wouldn't
you? That would make it better, make it easier to obey,
if I did it to you again. After all, fair is fair."
"Yes, fair is fair," she said, a lot more comfortable
now. "Fair is fair. You did it to me, and I'll do it to
you. Then I give you... everything... and you do it to
me again."
"That's just right, Misty, you'll remember when it's
time. You'll know it's time when I whisper in your ear.
When I whisper in your ear, Misty, when I whisper 'kiss
me naked' in your ear." He stroked her face with his
hand, then kissed her tenderly once more and turned
away. Anne's moans were getting a little louder, and he
had plans.
"Anne, can you hear me?" he asked, standing next to the
couch and looking down at her. She was completely naked,
her legs open wide as she worked three fingers in and
out of her sopping wet pussy. She smelled musky and
wonderful.
"Yesss, I can hear you, Ian, you're standing right next
to me."
"What are you doing, Anne?" he asked.
"I'm touching myself to make me feel good," she said.
"That's what I'm doing. That's what I'm doing..." she
panted, frigging herself still.
"Is it working?" he asked, bemusedly.
"Not... not enough," she gasped. "it feels good, but I
just can't come!"
"I could help you, Anne. Would you like that? Would you
like me to help you come?"
"Oh, yes! Yes, Ian, I need your help, please help me
come, please?" she begged. "I'm desperate, Ian, I really
need your help!"
"How would you like me to help you, Anne? What do you
want me to do?"
"I don't know, Ian, whatever you want! Just, please, do
something! Anything! I can't stand it!" she gasped. Ian
moved her legs aside and sat on the couch next to her.
"You don't mind if I get on the pillowbed with you, do
you?" he asked, sitting down. "If you let me, I'll help
you out."
"What do you need, Anne?" he asked, putting his hands on
her face and making her look him right in the eye. "Tell
me exactly what you want me to do."
"I... I want you to make me come," she whispered.
"Please, make me come!"
"How?" he asked. "Tell me how you want me to do that."
"I don't knowwww!!" she wailed. "I haven't ever felt
like this before, and I don't know how to make it stop!"
"Well, in that case, how about if I just start doing
stuff, and if you don't like any of it, you can tell me
to stop, and I will. But if I'm doing it right, and it
feels good, I want you to tell me that, too." He put his
hands on her bare breasts, fingering her nipples with
the pads of his thumbs.
"Ohh, yesss, Ian, I like that!" she sighed, relaxing and
leaning back on the couch. "Keep doing it just like
that!"
"What about like this?" he asked, then bent his head and
took her whole small breast in his mouth, while still
playing with her other one with his hand.
"Ohh, yeah, that's even better!" she moaned, putting his
hands on his head. A moment later, he shifted his mouth
over to the other one, and simultaneously pulled her
sideways on the couch, laying her back onto the arm of
it. His hands went down her belly, then opened her legs
as he got up, shifting her right leg to the other side
of him.
"Ian, I like that very much," she whispered, feeling his
hand moving down even lower on her belly. "I want you to
touch me down there. It feels really nice!"
He sat up, looking at her as his hands caressed her
inner thighs, urging them further and further open. She
rested one on the top of the couch and put the other
flat on the floor.
"Like this?" he asked, rubbing her pussy and sliding a
finger inside her.
"Ohhh, Ian, yes, just like that!" she sighed. "Ohh, yes,
just like that!"
"Anne, are you a virgin?" he asked, knowing that his
finger was much deeper inside Anne than it ever could
have gone into Misty without rupturing her hymen.
"Wh-what?" she asked. "Yes, of course I am! What sort of
slut do you take me for?"
"You're not a slut, Anne, not at all," he reassured her.
"I would never think such a thing about you!"
"Oh, good, thanks, Ian. You're so nice to me," she said.
"Thanks for helping me like this, too, everything you're
doing feels sooo nice!"
"I'm glad, Anne, I really like helping you like this,
too," he said. "Can I try something else?"
"Oh, sure, Ian, I trust you completely. You can do
anything you want!"
"Well, you like the way my finger feels, right?" he
asked. "How about if I try something bigger? Something
that will feel better? Something that will go deeper?"
"Uhh, okay," she said. "I'm ready for it. I need
something bigger and deeper. That would really make me
feel great!"
"Okay, Anne, here it is," he said, taking his hand away,
them laying down on top of her. His cock went unerringly
to her ready hole, and he pressed it gently into her.
She gasped loudly as he penetrated her tightness. She
groaned out loud as he put a little more in, then gasped
as he pulled it almost all the way out.
"Do you like it?" he asked. He was panting himself,
feeling the slick tightness of her heat soaking into the
flesh of his cock as he put it back in once more. It was
halfway inside her now.
"Ohh, yesss!" she hissed. "That's the best thing I ever
felt in my life!"
"So you want me to do it some more?" he said, rocking it
in and out, going a little deeper with each stroke. "Do
you want me to get the whole thing inside you?"
"You mean that's not all of it? There's more?" she
gasped, breathing in short little bursts. "Hell, yeah, I
want more! Give it to me!"
"Okay, Anne, anything to help!" he said, then pushed it
the rest of the way in. She writhed under him as her
legs came together at the small of his back. "I like
helping you Anne, anytime you need a hand like this,
please ask me first!" he said.
She tried to speak, but he dragged it out and sank it in
again, faster and faster, and could only gasp
desperately for breath as he fucked her. Soon, she was
coming as hard as she ever had, wordlessly screaming out
her ecstasy. He kept it up for a long moment, making
sire she achieved her maximum pleasure, then pulled out
and sat up between her open legs once again.
A few minutes later, the color had receded from her
face, and her breathing was somewhat normal again, and
her eyes opened. The first thing she saw was Ian's erect
cock, sticking straight out of his groin.
"Anne, now I need your help," he said, painfully.
"Please, help me!"
"What do you want me to do?" she asked, somewhat
fearfully.
"I need you to make me come," he said. "Please, Anne, I
helped you; you have to help me!"
"I don't know how," she whispered. "I want to help, but
what do I do? I'll do anything you want after what you
just did for me."
"Try putting your hand on it," he suggested. "I'll show
you how to move it."
"Okay," she said, putting her hand up. He caught it, and
curled her fist around it. Her hand was to small to
fully close all the way around on it. He held hers in
his, and slowly moved it back and forth, un and down on
his length.
"Ohh, that's nice, Anne, I love the way your hand feels
on me," he sighed. A few moments later, he spoke up
again. "It's not enough, Anne, it's not going to make me
come."
"What else should I do, Ian? How can I help you?"
"Ohh, I know what might work, but I don't know if you'll
do it." he told her. "Some girls think it's too dirty."
"What, Ian, tell, me, I'll do anything!" she said
vehemently. "I'll do anything, I promise!"
"Well, it would feel really good if you could suck on
it," he said. "I don't want you to do anything you're
not comfortable with, though."
"I told you I'd do anything to help, Ian, and I meant
it." she said. Even... even that." She sat up and pulled
her legs under her, getting into a more comfortable
position. She was a lot closer to it now, and it looked
a lot more intimidating this close up. "Ian, I don't
know how."
"That's okay, every girl has a first time," he said. "I
know you'll try real hard to do it right."
"Tell me what I should do," she said. "I'll do whatever
you want."
"Give it a kiss," he said, putting his hand on the back
of her head. "Give it a kiss, then take the head of it
into your mouth and suck on it." he told her. "No teeth,
though."
"Oh, okay," she said, then let him pull her face even
closer to it. She puckered her lips as his cockhead
brushed up against them.
"Give it a lick," he suggested, and her tongue snaked
out and licked the very tip of it. He used that
opportunity to pull her head a little closer, and she
allowed it to enter her mouth. "Ohh, Anne, yeah!" he
sighed. "Now suck on it a little."
She did as he asked, letting him push even more of it in
her mouth, and he saw her cheeks hollowed in some as she
applied the suction he requested.
"Ohh, Anne, yeah, just like that," he moaned. "Do it a
little faster, please."
She let him dictate the pace as he guided her head back
and forth on his cock, feeding her about half of it with
each stroke. Her hand still gripped the base of it, and
after just a few minutes, she felt it start to throb in
time with his heartbeat.
"Ohh, Anne, that's it, I'm... I'm almost there... Oh,
GOODDD, Anne, I'm going to COME!!"
Suddenly, her mouth filled to overflowing with hot,
salty thick fluid, shocking her. She tried to move her
head back, but he had both hands twined through her
hair, holding her in place.
"Swallow it!" he moaned, so she did her best to choke it
down, even though most of it spilled out the sides of
her mouth, dripping onto her bare breasts. It kept
coming, spurting out in burst after burst. She did her
best to keep up with it, wanting desperately to please
him, but her face and chest was a sloppy mess when he
finally released her.
She coughed and wiped her chin with the heel of her hand
as he smiled down at her. She looked up at him, worried
that he was going to be displeased with her performance.
"Anne, that was wonderful," he said. "Thank you so
much."
"I did okay?" she asked, sounding surprised.
"You did wonderful for your first time," he said,
beaming down at her.
"Next time, I'll do it better," she promised.
"Next time?" he asked. "There's going to be a next
time?"
"Well, only if you want," she said. "I can understand if
you don't want me to do it again. I didn't even come
close to swallowing it all." She looked down at her come
spattered chest, ashamed. "I promise, I'll do it a LOT
better next time."
"I'll tell you what," he said. "Anytime you want to
practice, I promise I'll let you."
"Wow, thanks, Ian, you're the greatest!" she said,
giving him a hug. "You really helped me tonight; I came
harder than I ever have before!"
"Well, since you're willing to practice whenever I want,
I'm more than happy to help you out, too," he said,
generously. "Are you ready to go to home now?"
"Home?" she asked.
"Well, yeah, I don't want your parents to get worried
about you." She laughed. "Silly, I already told them I'm
spending the night at Misty's house."
"Oh, yeah, Misty!" he said, looking guiltily across the
room. He's forgotten all about the other girl. She was
sleeping comfortably on the floor, curled up on the
carpet, her shirt still open and her bra all askew.
"I'll call her parents and explain," he said, going over
to a phone on the wall by the door to the upstairs.
"I'll tell them that you're both here, and safe, and
that you fell asleep watching movies." He picked it up
and looked at Anne for the number. She told it to him,
and he dialed it. A woman picked it up on the first
ring.
"Hello? Misty?" she said.
"No, ma'am, but Misty and Anne are here," he said. "My
name is Ian McCallister, and I wanted to let you know
that they are both safe and okay."
"Who?" she asked, suspiciously. "Ian McCallister? The
boy in their class?"
"Yes, ma'am, we met on the class trip last spring. I
remember you; you chaperoned us on the trip to the
Museum."
"I remember you," she said. "You're the boy who knew
about Rembrandt's life, and his flower garden."
"Yes, ma'am, that's me," he said, somewhat sheepishly.
"Well, what are the girl's doing at your house? They
were supposed to come straight here after the talent
show."
"I had an act in the show, and they graciously helped me
bring some of my props back here." he said. "If I had
known that they weren't allowed to help me, I would have
refused them and made the several trips myself."
"Oh, well, as long as they were helping..." she said,
somewhat mollified.
"Yes, ma'am, and then I offered to let them watch a
movie with me, and they fell asleep halfway through.
They are both in our guest bedroom right now. You can
come get them if you like, the address here is 1420
North Wincher Way."
"Are they both sleeping?" Mrs. Walker asked. "I guess
they can stay there for the night if they are. Please
send them right home first thing in the morning,
though."
"Yes ma'am," he agreed, smiling. "You can stay the
night." he mouthed to Anne, and she grinned from ear to
ear. "First thing in the morning. That's about 10 am
around this house." he said into the phone.
"So I'll expect them about 11, then." she replied.
"Thanks for taking care of them, Ian, and say "hello" to
your father for me." The woman hung up before he could
reply to that last. He hung up, too.
Anne was looking at the mostly naked girl sleeping on
the floor. "What happened to her? Why are her clothes
all messed up?" she asked.
"Oh, she fell over the waterfall onto the pillowbed,
too, and I had to help her," Ian explained. "Sort of
like I helped you."
"Oh." Anne said, in a small voice. "I thought I was the
only one." He grinned at her and slipped his hands
around her waist, pulling her in for a kiss. She tried
to resist his advances, but then gave in and let him
kiss her.
"Anne, I helped her before I helped you." he said.
"Almost the same way, but only with touching and
kissing." he said. "You are the only one who helped me,
though. For that, you have my eternal gratitude." He
kissed her again, sliding his hands down to her ass and
pulling her tight against him. She could feel him
getting hard again, up against her belly.
"Ooh, I can feel that," she said, coyly. "Looks like
we'll be able to "help" each other out again, too."
"I'm not going to let her sleep on the floor like that."
he said. "What sort of friend would I be if I did that?
Besides, I told her mother I would keep a good eye on
her." he said, glancing over at Misty. "We're going to
have to share my bed with her."
"Does that mean we can't fool around?" Anne asked,
pouting.
"We can still fool around," he grinned. "You just have
to not be so jealous, that's all."
"What do you mean?" she asked. "I'm not jealous; I just
want you all for myself."
"Oh," he said. "Then you have to be not so selfish."
"SELFISH??" she nearly shouted. "I'm not being selfish!"
"Oh, really?" he smirked at her. "Are you my girlfriend,
then? Am I your boyfriend? Have we made any promises to
each other?"
"Well, no." Anne admitted.
"And if we're fooling around, and Misty wakes up, am I
not supposed to help her, either? You're the only one
allowed to feel that way? he asked. Anne suddenly looked
ashamed of herself.
"Well..." she said.
"I'll make you a deal," he said. "I'll let you and Misty
be the only two girls I help out like this, okay?"
"Just me and her?" Anne grinned. "Okay, I like that
idea."
"Good, let's get her into my bed, then," he said, going
over and picking her up. Anne pulled her blouse and bra
off, setting them beside the chair with the jeans and
panties. Ian carried the naked girl into his room and
put her on the bed after Anne has pulled the blankets
and sheet back.
"Oh, goody, you have a nice big bed," she said. "Plenty
of room for all three of us."
"Yeah, I found this bed at a garage sale last summer,
and since I have all this room for it, I figured 'why
not?' The price was right."
Ian was in the middle, between Anne and Misty. Misty was
still asleep, but Anne was wide awake, and getting horny
again. Having Ian playing with her nipples probably had
something to do with that. She moaned deep in her
throat, feeling his hand move south down her belly. She
opened her legs for his hand, then tugged at him to get
him to roll on top of her.
"Never mind doing it with your finger first," she told
him. "I want that other thing you used last time. The
big thing."
He got on top of her, grinning at her. "You got it,
babe." he said, kissing her. She could feel it poking at
her down there, but it wasn't quite lined up like it was
last time, and her legs were not open nearly as wide.
"Reach down and put it inside you." he grunted, so she
did as he asked. As soon as she had it in her hand, she
realized what it was and horror filled her.
"Wait, this is what it was last time?" she asked, her
voice catching and breaking a little. "You put your...
thing inside me?"
"What did you think it was?" he asked. "Of course that's
what it was."
"But... but that means... that means I'm not a virgin
anymore." her voice broke as she started to cry.
"No, Anne, you're not a virgin anymore," he said,
gently. "I'm glad you let me be your first, though."
"Oh, nooo, oh, noo!" she sobbed. "How could you do this
to me!"
"Anne, you wanted it!" he said. "You were begging me to
help you any way I could! I just did what you asked me
to do!"
"I know," she sobbed. "but I didn't know what I was
asking for."
"Yes, you did." he retorted. "Deep inside, you knew what
you were doing. You were just too lost in passion to
stop yourself. Isn't that right?"
She nodded wordlessly against his chest, still crying
for her lost innocence. She had been saving herself for
her husband, someday far in the future, and now all that
was gone.
"Does this mean I have to stop now?" he asked, letting
her feel his whole length, still rock hard against her
belly.
"Oh, Ian, I'm sorry," she said, her voice full of tears.
"I'm just not... I'm not..."
"It's okay," he said softly, kissing her brow and
rolling off her. "It's okay, sweetie, I'll take care of
myself this time, I understand, I really do."
Her tears stopped of a sudden. "What do you mean, take
care of yourself?" she asked.
"I mean I'm going to masturbate," he said. "You just go
to sleep. It's okay."
"If that's what you want," she said, hesitantly. "Or, I
could practice again..."
"Do you want to?" he asked. "I figured if you didn't
want to fuck anymore, you wouldn't want to suck it
either."
"Oh, Ian, do you think I'm being silly?" she whispered.
"I mean, it's a little too late, right? I can't go back
to being a virgin anymore, can I? So I might as well do
it."
"No, Anne, you'll never be a virgin again." he said.
"But I don't think you're silly for not wanting it again
right away, even if I do." He smiled down at her. "I'd
love it if you would "practice" some more, tho."
"Ian, if you want to put it back inside me first, that
would be okay." she whispered. "It felt REALLY good last
time, and I'd like to feel that again."
"Okay, Anne, I'd like that, too." he said, getting
between her thighs once more as she opened them for him.
This time, she reached down without him having to tell
her and grabbed him in her little hand, placing him at
her opening.
He thrust it inside, for she was still wet from their
last coupling, and she moaned at the sensations he
provoked with her. He increased his rhythm slowly, but
steadily, until he was pounding it into her as hard as
he could, over and over, rocking the bed. They were so
vigorous that they woke Misty up, although they didn't
notice at first.
She was so shocked at what her two good friends were
doing that she could just lay there beside them. She
could smell the sex as they fucked, and the rocking of
the bed was making her horny, too. Her hand crept down
between her legs and found she was already wet down
there, really, really wet. Her fingers slid over her
clit, and her other hand was playing with her nipples as
her two best friends fucked right next to her. It was
making her really hot to know what they were doing, and
she could hardly keep from moaning out loud as she felt
an orgasm approaching.
"Oh, Anne, get ready." Ian gasped. "I'm almost there
again. Get ready!"
Misty was wondering what Anne was supposed to get ready
for when suddenly Ian scooted up in the bed, straddling
her friend's belly. She saw him thrust his cock- his
really BIG cock- straight at Anne's mouth, and to her
complete shock, she saw Anne open up and take the head
of it between her lips. Ian's fist pumped up and down
the length of it, once, twice, and then it pulled back
just enough to let Misty see him squirt a whole bunch of
white stuff out of it directly into the blonde's mouth.
Anne quickly swallowed it, then opened her mouth for
more, but Ian's stroking had pulled it to the side a
little, and his second spurt splattered across her
friend's cheek and getting into her hair. Some of it
even splashed onto Misty's face, as she was laying right
beside her.
Misty closed her eyes, and the last thing she saw was
Anne taking it into her mouth again to make sure that
none of the rest of it was spilled. She pretended to be
asleep as Ian rolled back between them, sighing
contentedly.
"Misty? Are you still sleeping?" he whispered. "Did we
wake you up?"
She considered playing possum, but then decided to
answer.
"I'm awake," she whispered. "What did you guys just do?"
"I think you know," he said, sitting up onto his elbow
and looking down at her. "How does it make you feel?"
"You guys really DID it?" she asked, sitting up in the
bed. The covers fell down to her lap, and she snatched
them back up, realizing her chest had just been exposed
to his sight.
"That was the second time," Ian said, grinning.
"Misty?" Anne said, also sitting up in the bed. She
didn't bother pulling up the covers to hide herself, and
Misty couldn't look away from the sight of her best
friend's bare breasts on open display like that. "Are
you okay?"
"Of course I am," she said, looking at Anne. "I'm not
the one who just fucked a boy and let him come in my
mouth."
"You could be," Ian joked, and Misty snorted a laugh.
"Yeah, right, you wish," she said. "I'm a virgin, and
I'm staying that way."
"Are you sure that's what you want?" Ian asked, stroking
his fingers down Misty's bare back, then back up again.
His fingers felt really good on her skin, and she didn't
do anything to make him stop.
"I don't know," she said truthfully. "Anne, are you
sorry you did it?"
"Oh, Misty, it's the best thing I ever felt." Anne told
her. "I think you should let him." Anne couldn't believe
what she just said, but didn't know how to take it back.
The last thing she wanted was to let Ian do THAT with
anyone else, but at the same time, she wanted to be able
to share everything with her best friend, Misty.
"But what about saving ourselves for our husbands?"
Misty asked. "I thought that was our plan?"
"Well, plans change, sometimes, Misty. I don't regret a
minute of it."
"Ian? Would you want to do... THAT.. with me?" Misty
asked in a very quiet voice. "If Anne says it's okay
with her, of course..."
"Oh, Misty, are you sure?" Ian asked, gently pulling
down the covers to expose her titties again. His hand
went from her shoulder and cupped one, his thumb rubbing
the nipple erect. "Because I would love nothing more
than to share this with you, too."
"I... well, yes." said Misty, letting Ian lay her down
on her back. He bent over and kissed her on the lips,
his hand still fondling her breasts. "I knew I was going
to do it for the first time in a boy's apartment. I just
didn't know it would be you."
Anne pulled the covers down, exposing all three naked
bodies to the warm summer night air. Ian moved his head
down and began kissing Misty's bare breasts, flicking
his tongue over the girl's sensitive nipples.
Misty arched her back, then let Ian pull her thighs
apart and move between them. She could feel his hardness
laying full length on her lower belly like a bar of hot
iron, then it slid down as he shifted his hips back.
Anne had crawled down to the foot of the bed, hoping to
see what it looked like as Ian put it inside her best
friend, then saw that he was having trouble finding her
tight little opening on his own. She snaked her hand up
and grasped him, pushing it into place. Ian looked over
his shoulder at her, then winked. Anne blushed.
Ian could feel how wet Misty was. After all, he has just
gone down on her and made her come less than an hour
before. He thrust his hips forward lightly and felt
Misty's tightness spread open to accept him inside, just
the head of it. It was resting against her papery
membrane, and she started to protest, knowing that her
virginity was about to end, but then he cocked his hips
forward and shoved through, burying half his length into
her.
Misty, shrieked, feeling the tearing sensation inside
herself, inside her very most private area, and a single
tear rolled down her cheek. Ian drew it back a little,
then sank it fully inside the girl, causing her to arch
her back once more at the way it felt.
The pain was gone, replaced by an overwhelming itch, an
itch she knew could only be scratched by more of the
delicious friction as he pistoned in and out of her. He
fulfilled that admirably for her, sawing his cock in and
out of the tightness, pumping his hips faster and faster
as Misty began gasping for breath on the verge of
orgasm.
Ian could take it no more as Misty had her climax, and
he didn't want to get either of these two girls
pregnant, so he pulled it out and quickly mover up,
straddling her belly, just as he had done to Anne twice
already.
"Get ready, Misty." he said, pushing it at her mouth.
She had seen what Anne had done for him, and didn't want
to be thought less, so she opened her mouth and let him
insert it between her lips.
"Fair is fair," she thought to herself, and somehow that
made all this okay. He blasted his first load right into
the back of her throat as he grabbed her hair and pulled
her mouth all the way onto his spasming cock. She had no
choice but to swallow it or choke, but he relented with
the next couple, allowing her to lay her head back on
the pillow with just the head of it between her lips.
She could taste how thick and salty his spunk was, but
she wasn't grossed out. She had just seen Anne do the
same thing, except she hadn't choked on it, and sucked
at his cock to get the last remaining dollops out.
Ian groaned and rolled onto his side as Anne crawled up
beside him. Both girls snuggled up to him as he fell
asleep, finally spent after that last bout between
Misty's thighs.
The next morning, he awoke to the feel of his rock hard
cock engulfed in some warm wetness. He looked around,
but couldn't see either of the girls. He heard a giggle,
and lifted the blankets, looking down the length of his
body.
To his great surprise, he saw both girls kneeling on
either side of him, taking turns sucking on him.
"Let me have another turn, Anne," Misty said, then one
mouth was replaced by another.
He was really surprised, because after their sleep,
there was no way these girls were still under the
effects of his hypnosis. They were doing this of their
own volition.
"Good morning, ladies," he said. The mouth immediately
disappeared off his cock, and the girls scooted up to
lay next to him. He put his arms out to the sides as
they both snuggled in to him, and he kissed them, first
Anne on the mouth, then Misty.
"Good morning, Ian," they said in unison.
"Did you like the way we woke you up?" Anne asked. "It
was Misty's idea."
"Oh, yes, girls, thank you so much!" he said, kissing
them again. Misty was first this time. "Do you know what
time it is?"
"It's time for us to finish what we started," Anne said,
starting to slide back down.
"Not so fast, little lady!" he said, catching her under
the arms and pulling her back up. "We need to talk a
little, first."
"Okay, Ian," she said, snuggling into his side once
more. "What are we going to talk about?"
"Do you know, Misty? What do you think I could possibly
need to talk to you two about that's more important than
getting my cock sucked by the two most beautiful girls I
could ever hope for?"
"I don't know, Ian." Misty said. "What?"
"Well, how about the fact that yesterday, when we all
got here, doing this would have been the last thing you
two would ever have considered? What has changed
overnight?"
"Oh, Ian, don't you remember?" Anne asked, blushing.
"Last night, we... both of us... you... we..."
"What are you trying to say, Anne. Just say it!"
"Ian, last night, you had sex with both of us!" Misty
said. "We went all the way!"
"Both of you?" he asked, letting some wonder creep into
his voice. "Does this mean... does it mean I have two
girlfriends now?"
"Do you want it to?" Anne asked, with bated breath. She
wanted his answer to be yes more than anything in the
world.
"Oh, Anne, Misty, I don't know what to say." he said, a
little choked up. "You two are my best friends; I
wouldn't like anything more if you would be my girls and
we could do this forever."
"That's what we want, too, Ian." Misty. "We talked about
this morning, and we don't mind sharing."
"Right." Anne agreed. "Are we done talking now?"
"I think we covered everything, yeah." he said. "Why?
Were you two thinking of continuing with what you
started?"
"Yup, you guessed it!" Misty crowed, starting to slither
back down under the covers. Anne was doing the same
thing on the other side, and he let them go this time.
Soon, they were both taking turns sucking on his again.
"Guess which one of us is doing it now?" Misty said, and
another mouth slid down his erect pole.
"That's Anne." he said confidently. The mouth slid back
up, and another went down on him. "That's you, Misty."
It came off him again. Another set of lips enclosed just
the head. "That's you again, Misty."
"How did you know?" Anne asked.
"I was right, wasn't I?" he replied.
"Yeah, that was me again." Misty said. "How did you
know, though?"
"What do I get for being right?" he asked,
"Are you ready?" he asked her, after her chest was clear
of the largest part of his mess. He held out his hand
and helped her to her feet. "Where is a mirror we can
use?" he asked her. "A nice, full length one would be
best. You wouldn't want to try to look at double D's in
a pocket sized mirror, would you?"
"No, we wouldn't!" she said. "Come on, the biggest one
in the house is on the wall in the dining room." she
said. She took his hand and practically dragged him into
the next room. He stopped her, then put his hands over
her eyes, and led her over to the front of the mirror.
"Are you ready?" he asked. "I can see your big,
beautiful breasts, but that's because I worked the
spell. Only you can tell me if it really worked or not.
If you can't see them; if you just see yourself as you
normally looked this morning, then it didn't work
because you lost concentration while I was trying to
fuck your tits bigger, and my magic will be gone." He
took his hands away and let her see.
Her face went white as a ghost, and tears started to
form. "Oh, no." she whispered. "Where are they?"
"What do you see?" he asked her. "Turn around and let me
see." he said. She seemed rooted to the spot, so her put
his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him.
"Oh, no, my magic!" he whispered. "It didn't work!"
"I'm sorry!" she sobbed. "It just felt so good while you
were doing it! I must have lost concentration!" Tears
streamed down her face, and he hugged her to him,
wrapping his arms around her and holding her close.
"Shhh, shhhh, don't cry." he whispered in her ear. "It's
not your fault, it's really not."
"But I tried, I really did." she cried, her arms
creeping around his back.
"Kim, I want you listen to me." he said. "I'm going to
count up to five, and with each number I say, you are
going to come back here, to your house, and when I say
the last number, you are going to be fully awake and
alert, and you are going to remember everything that
happened today. Ready? One, two, three, four, five."
She stiffened in his arms, then pushed him away. "What's
going on? Why am I naked?" He smiled at her, watching
realization and horror flooding into her face as she
remembered everything that had just taken place. "Ohhh,
ohh, nooo!!" she cried, fresh tears streaming down her
face. She turned and fled out of the room. He heard a
door slam upstairs a moment later, then went into the
living room and put his shorts and shirt back on. He
picked up her panties and stuffed then in his back
pocket, and sat on the couch, whistling a happy little
tune.
Anne and Misty came down together a moment later and saw
him sitting on the couch.
"What did you do to Kim?" Anne asked him, curious.
"She's in her room, bawling her eyes out.
"I proved to her that I didn't rape you." he said.
"But why is she crying?" Misty asked. Her eyes fell to
the pile of clothes resting on the floor by the Lazyboy.
"Ohh, nooo, tell me you didn't?" she breathed.
"She was begging me to." he said, smiling. "How was I to
refuse a beautiful girl like that, laying on her back
with her legs wide open, begging me to fuck her? She
even sucked me hard first." He shrugged his shoulders.
"I just couldn't say no. It wouldn't have been right to
leave her in that state of need, would it? Just like I
helped both of you last night."
"I guess not," Anne murmured. "That was like torture,
not being able to come."
"Yeah, it sure was." Misty agreed. "But if you fucked
her and made her come, why is she crying like that?"
"She was a virgin." Anne answered. "I got pretty upset
last night when I found out I'd gone all the way, too."
"Well, so was I, until last night." Misty said. "It was
a big deal then, but not anymore. She'll get over it."
"Come on, Ian, let's go talk to her." Anne said. "I'm
sure if you do it with her again, she'll come around and
see that's it's not the end of the world."
"I'll help, too." Misty volunteered. "Besides, I'm
getting horny again."
"Misty, I think that's going to be your perpetual
condition, now that I've opened you up to this kind of
thing." Ian laughed.
"Haha, yeah, remember how shy you were up on stage?"
Anne laughed. "I bet you could do a hell of a show,
now!"
"I bet the two of you could put on one hell of a show
together." Ian said quietly. "In fact, I'd really like
to see one, later."
"Ooohhh, that sounds fun." Anne sighed, smiling. "How
about it, Misty, want to give Ian a show with me?"
"Yeah, but it has to be a private show." she said. "No
way am I ever getting up on a stage again, ever."
"Come on, you guys, let's go check on Kim and make sure
she's okay." Anne said, leading the way toward the
stairs. "Ian, would you give us about 10 minutes before
coming in?"
"Yeah, you bet, Anne. Anything you say." he agreed.
"I'll just wait in the hall, and you can call me in
whenever you're ready for me."
The trio of friends went up the stairs together, and the
two girls went into Kim's room, not bothering to knock
on her door. Ian waited outside like he had agreed and
listened to everything they said, as Misty had left it
slightly ajar.
"Hey big sister, are you okay?" Anne asked Kim, sitting
on the bed with her. Kim was huddled up under the
covers, hugging her knees to her chest and staring into
space.
"Oh, Anne, it was terrible!" Kim said, her voice barely
audible. "He made me do everything I said I wasn't going
to do." Her voice cracked, and tears began to flow once
more.
"Like what?" Misty asked. "What did you say you were not
going to do?"
"I told him there was no possible way I would ever beg
him to fuck me." she whispered, ashamed. "And I did. I
got right down on my knees and asked him to do it to me!
And you know what's worse? In order to get him to agree,
I had to suck on his... on his..."
"Did you like it?" Anne asked. "I did it last night,
too, and it was awesome!"
"You liked it?" Kim asked, her voice full of wonder.
"You actually liked doing it, in... in your mouth?"
"I sure did, Kim." Anne told her. "Misty did, too,
didn't you Misty?"
"It was the greatest!" said the little blonde. "I love
the taste of his come, and I can't wait for him to do it
again!"
"You let him... finish... in your mouth?" Kim asked, not
believing her ears.
"Oh, yeah, Kim, that's the best part!" Anne told her.
"What's it taste like?" Kim asked. She was starting to
come out of her shell, a little.
"It's, uh, like, salty, and musky, at the same time."
Anne said.
"It's man flavored," Misty offered. "And I can't wait to
taste it again!"
"You already said that." Anne smiled. "You little slut."
"Not really, just Ian's slut," Misty smiled back. "As if
you're not?"
"Oh, no, I am," Anne agreed. "He can do me anywhere he
wants, any time he wants. That makes me his slut, too,
right?"
"What the hell is it about him?" Kim asked. "Why would
you two want to demean yourselves like this?"
"It's not demeaning, Kim." Anne said. "It's about how he
makes us feel. When he fucked you, did it feel good?"
"It did," Kim admitted, blushing. "It was the best thing
I've ever felt in my whole life!"
"And wouldn't you like to feel that again?" Misty asked.
"What would you give to have that feeling back?"
"Ohh, anything!" Kim sighed, remembering the ecstasy and
rapture she had felt just a short time ago.
"Anything? Really?" Misty asked. "Really? Because we can
arrange it, right now."
"How?" Kim asked. "I already sent him home."
"I didn't go home," Ian said, stepping around the corner
and entering the room. "I couldn't leave without knowing
you were okay."
"You!" she said, her voice full of venom. "Get out of my
room, right now!"
"No, Ian, please stay," Anne said, countermanding her
older sister. "Kim needs you right now, even if she
doesn't know it yet."
"I don't need anything from that son of a bitch." she
said flatly.
"Waterwheel, Kim," Ian said, and both of the girls were
astonished to see Kim appear to fall asleep as soon as
the words were out of his mouth.
"What did you just do to her?" Anne asked, fascinated. A
thought suddenly crossed her mind. "Can you do that to
us?"
"Later," he said. "First I have to make Kim okay again."
"Cool!" Misty breathed. "I can't wait!"
"Kim, can you hear me?" he asked. She nodded her head,
lifting it up to look at him. "What do you want to say
to me?" The redhead's face contorted, and a tear began
to trickle down her face.
"You tricked me," she said, her voice cracking with
emotion. "It wasn't fair; you tricked me!"
"Not really, if you think about it," he said. "You
tricked yourself, didn't you?"
"What?" she asked.
"You did," he told her. "You have a self image problem
with your breast size, even though they are perfect, by
the way, and you let yourself believe that they could be
changed somehow, changed by magic to fit some artificial
ideal that Hollywood and Madison Ave have sold you on."
"I know," she whispered. "I wanted them so bad, though."
"I know you did," he agreed. "You know what I'm going to
do for you right now?"
"No," she said. "You can't do anything. You lost your
magic."
"I never had any magic," he said. "I don't need magic,
because it's not real." He took his hands and cupped her
breasts. "You don't need bigger breasts, Kim. They are
perfect just the way they are right now." He thumbed her
nipples for a moment, feeling them swell and become
erect, then let them go.
"No, they're not," she said. "Bobby Norton won't look at
me twice because they're too small."
"Bobby Norton is a goddamn fool!" he said bluntly. "Any
man would be lucky to go out with you."
"I don't want just any man," she said. "I want him."
"Why?" he asked her. "What's so special about having him
date you?"
"So that all the other girls will be jealous of me," she
whispered. "Nobody notices me at all, but if I had him,
they all would see me and want to BE me."
"The way you want to be one of them," he said. She
nodded.
"Kim, do you think you are pretty?" he asked her. She
shook her head.
"No. I'm flat-chested and my nipples stick out like a
freak show." she replied. "You saw them. They're too
long."
"They are beautiful, Kim," he said. "Do you think I
would have made up an elaborate lie like that to fuck
you if you were really a freak?"
All three of them could see that that gave her pause.
"Then why did you do it?" she asked. "Did you do it to
make a fool of me? Because that's what I feel like; a
fool who fell for the first good lie that came along and
opened up my legs like some hussy."
"You're no fool, either, Kim. Think how elaborate that
lie was to get you to do it. I had to spend over an hour
getting you to believe that lie." he said. "And believe
me when I say that it was time well spent, too. You're a
beautiful girl, Kim. No, make that, a beautiful woman. I
made you into a woman today, didn't I?"
"Yes, I'm a woman now," she said, a little wonder in her
voice.
"A beautiful woman, Kim. Say it."
"I'm a beautiful woman," she repeated. "You think I'm
really beautiful?"
"Better than that, Kim, I think you're perfect." he told
her. "I think you're perfect in every way. You're smart,
and beautiful, and I bet you love to laugh."
"She does," Anne said. "Oh, you should see her laughing,
Ian, her whole being seems like it's full of light."
"I would love to see that, Anne," he said. "What's the
best way to get her laughing?"
"Well, I happen to know she's ticklish." Anne said, her
voice teasing.
"Really?" asked Ian. "Is that true, Kim? Are you
ticklish?"
"Please don't tickle me!" pleaded the redhead. "Oh, I
can't stand being tickled!"
"Okay, I promise," Ian said. "If I promise not to tickle
you, would you let me make love to you again?"
"You want to do that with me again?" she asked,
surprised.
"Of course I do," he said. "After all, you are a
beautiful woman with a perfect body. I bet there's a lot
of guys on Campus who would kill for a chance with you."
"No, there's not," she retorted. "Not one guy has asked
me out all year."
"I find that a little hard to believe, Kim," he said.
"It's true. You're the only guy who has ever said the
things you said to me. Ever."
"Really?" he said, surprised. "I guess I know where I'll
be going to college next year. It sounds like every guy
at your school is a total fucking retard about what a
beautiful girl is." He paused. "And they have no idea
that brains are every bit as important in a real
relationship than appearance."
She giggled at that. "You might be right, Ian." she
said. "Jenny McAdams may look like she does, but she's
dumb as rocks."
"Ohh, Anne, you were so right!" he said. "When she
smiles, it lights up the whole room!"
"It sure does," Misty whispered. "I wish I could do
that!"
"Now I know you guys are teasing me." Kim said,
scowling. "Nobody is jealous of anything about me."
"Yes they are," Ian told her. "Anne, do you want me to
fuck you again, right now?"
"Ohh, yes, of course," Anne squealed, delighted. "Goody
goody!"
"How about you, Misty? Want me to take you from behind
again? You really seemed to enjoy that position last
night."
"Ohh, yeah, Ian, that would be awesome!"
"You see, Kim, I'm going to make both of these girls
jealous of you right now."
"How?" she asked. He didn't answer her; instead, he put
his hands on her shoulders and leaned her back into the
pillows and moved between her thighs with his body after
pulling her knees open with both hands. "Ohhh, yesss!"
she sighed, feeling him press his hardness into her
belly. "You're really going to do it to me instead of
them?" She smiled up at him as she felt him moving lower
onto her mound. "You picked me!" she said, happily.
"That's right," he said, moving his cock up and down
through her slit. He found her opening and sank into it
with a sigh and a groan. She was still really tight, and
it felt awesome on his cock.
"Ohhh, that's heavenly!" she said, closing her eyes and
enjoying the feel of him filling her up. "Sooo goooood!"
"Ohh, God, Kim, you're so fuckin' hot!" he said to her,
whispering in her ear before licking her neck. "I want
this with you every day!"
"Ohh, yeah, every day!" she moaned. "Every night, too!"
Misty looked at Anne and smiled. "God, that's making me
horny, watching them. Are you getting turned on too?"
"Oh, yeah! I'm horny as hell. Are you thinking what I'm
thinking?" Anne answered.
"If you're thinking that a nice tongue in my pussy would
feel really good, then yeah, I am," Kim replied,
smiling.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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