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Trances part 2
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
TRANCES -- part 2
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 tee-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 locke 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."
"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.
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[...Watch this space for Part 3 of TRANCES -- will she or won't she?!]
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