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Mesmer (m/f, hypno)
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.
MESMER
I was in Collage, and one of my classes was Biology II.
This tall skinny bookworm was my lab partner. He was into that
psych stuff and he was a little wierd, but, other than that, he
seemed OK.
Anyway, one day in class, he asked me to read his lab
notes. He said it was an experiment. I mean, how was I to know?
Anyway, it was only one handwritten page, so I read it.
Boy, talk about boring! It made me so-o-o-o sleepy that I
actually thought for a moment that I had nodded off and gone to
sleep. What a laugh! Asleep in class, right? Well, what I
didn't realize was that it really had put me to sleep. As I
said, he was into psych stuff, and this was really an experiment
for him. He was studying hypnosis, but I didn't find any of this
out until later. Much later.
That night, I got a phone call from him. He wanted to come
over and review the lab notes with me. That was strange, as he
had never, ever wanted to study with me before, but, since exams
were coming up soon, and he knew the material, and I was having
trouble with it, the idea had a certain appeal, so I agreed.
Besides, my parents were going to be gone until real late, so I
was pretty sure that I wouldn't get any grief from them.
He arrived about a half an hour later, and I was really
surprised. For some reason, he looked different. A lot
different. He seemed to have put on weight, and become, well, a
lot better looking. We exchanged notes and studied for a while,
and as we studied, I found myself becoming surprisingly drawn to
him.
After a few more minutes, he reached over and began to
stroke my neck. At first it bothered me a little, but he was
kind of humming or something, and I soon relaxed and began to
really enjoy it. He seemed to be whispering something, but I
couldn't quite make out what it was that he was saying.
Pretty soon, I noticed that the house seemed unnaturally
hot, and when he suggested that we would be more comfortable with
fewer clothes on, it seemed like a perfectly reasonable idea, so,
I stood up and took off my blouse and skirt, and casually dropped
them on the floor, as if it were the most natural thing in the
world.
Suddenly, for some unknown reason, my bra felt unbearably
tight and uncomfortable, so I took that off too, and tossed it
aside. The motion set my breasts to bouncing in the warm night
air. At first, I only felt a tingle, but soon my nipples began
to burn, almost as if they were on fire. Somehow, he seemed to
be aware of my discomfort, even though I hadn't said a word about
it. He leaned forward and began kissing my breasts and they
immediately felt much better. Then he gently licked and sucked
each nipple, and that felt absolutely marvellous.
Next, my panties began to chafe and burn. Quickly, I
hooked them with my thumbs, and bending at the waist, yanked them
down past my hips, let them fall, down around my ankles, and
stepped out of them. What a blessed relief! Then, I laid back
on the couch, and let the ceiling fan blow warm air all over my
bare skin.
Somehow, I still wasn't really comfortable, so I spread my
legs, lifted one leg and hooked my ankle over the top of the
couch, and let the other leg fall to the floor. Obviously, this
gave him a closeup and unhindered view of me, but this didn't
bother me at all, and I could feel the luxurious flow of air
blowing through the curly pubic hairs, and this was all that
mattered, as I relaxed and closed my eyes.
Strangely, I wasn't surprised or offended at all when I
felt his hands begin to slide down the sensitive inner surfaces
of my thighs. Slowly and naturally, they slid down to the
offered prize. Gently, his fingers spread the lips of my sex,
and then began to boldly explore my secret places. Almost
instantly, I become quite wet, and his fingers slid easily into
my tight channel. In and out, in and out, then round and round,
slowly, at first, and then faster and faster. First I felt a
delicious fire in my cunt and then I felt the gentle lightning
of my first orgasm! It was incredible!
I opened my eyes, and not surprisingly, I found that he was
kneeling on the couch, and totally naked, to boot. His manhood
was in full bloom, and a stream of clear liquid was oozing from
the tip and trickling down the shaft. He looked quite
uncomfortable, so I reached out and began to stroke the swollen
shaft, to soothe his obvious discomfort. This didn't seem to
help much, as it just grew thicker and longer, and he began to
groan, almost as if he were in pain. It seemed like the obvious
thing to do was to kiss it, and make it better, so I did. He
jerked, but then held totally still, as I slowly kissed and
licked the swollen, slimy, helmet-shaped tip. Cautiously, I
tested the flavor his musky liquid, and decided that liked the
taste! Then, since his rod sort of resembled a popsicle, I just
naturally opened my mouth and began to slurp it and suck it just
like I would a have if it were a popsicle. In mere moments, I
had managed to accept slightly more than half of it, and this
was as much as I could comfortably handle.
But that wasn't enough for him. Oh no, not him! Suddenly,
he grabbed my head and forced his cock deeper into my mouth and
part-way down my throat, until I gagged. He pulled back a bit,
so that I was able to recover slightly, and then he renewed the
assault. He repeated this sequence about a dozen times, forcing
his cock deeper and deeper each time. Abruptly, he just froze in
place, with his dick kind of throbbing, until he suddenly
exploded, sending thick, warm jets of goo into my mouth and down
my throat. I choked and spluttered, but I recovered quickly,
and began sucking and swallowing frantically, not wanting to miss
a single drop!
When the flood subsided, he popped his still-stiff dick out
of my mouth, and then knelt on the couch between my wide-spread
legs. Quickly, he positioned himself and then eased the bulging
tip of his prick into the slick funnel of my sex. Then, with
short quick strokes, he simply hammered his way into me. It felt
like he was splitting me in half with an ax-handle! I could feel
my cunt straining and stretching as it struggled to accommodate
his rampaging dick.
In mere seconds, he was all the way in. Then he began to
stoke the fire, slowly stroking in and out in an age-old rhythm.
Faster and harder, he fucked me, and I felt an electric tightness
begin to build and grow, deep inside my belly.
With each stroke, it seemed that his cock grew, stretching
my abused pussy even further. Each in-stroke filled me utterly,
forcing some of my juices out, causing a bubbly kind of squishing
noise, while each out-stroke caused my sopping cunt to make a
gross, but strangely erotic, sucking sound. My juices flowed
freely, like a small river down the crack of my ass, soaking the
cushion beneath.
Incredibly, he increased the tempo, and then froze, with
just the tip left in me. Then, he sledgehammered his way into
me one last time, drilling me and filling me, completely. I was
suspended, teetering on the thin edge of my own completion, when
his dick exploded again, this time deep inside my cunt. The
first blast of his cum pushed me helplessly over the edge, and I
became lost in the electric tidal waves of my first multiple
orgasm. Each frantic jerk of his hips delivered another wad of
cum, and each jerk and gush set off another scorching wave of
pleasure in me. After what seemed like an eternity, he simply
collapsed on top of me, totally spent.
Finally, he rolled off of me, and lolled back on the arm of
the couch. Groggily, I sat up too, staring at his still-thick,
but quickly-softening cock. Frantically, I crawled over to him
and began licking our mingled juices from his cock and balls.
Amazingly, his cock begin to revive, and I again took him fully
into my mouth, to hasten his recovery. In a few minutes, he was
back to a full erection. Again, he grabbed me and forced my head
down onto him, but this time I was able to easily accept the
whole glorious length of his prick! As I sucked his cock, I
could feel a warm trickle meander down my thighs, as my flooded
cunt surrendered our mingled juices.
Again, he sort of whispered something, and I reversed my
position, and knelt at far end of the couch, turning my face and
resting my cheek on the arm of the couch. With my knees wide
apart, I reached behind myself, and wantonly spread my slippery
ass-cheeks. I slowly and deliberately wagged my ass from side to
side, offering him full and easy, doggie-style access to my
dripping sex. Mistake!
He knee-walked up the couch, positioned himself behind me,
grabbed my hips, and then simply rammed his prick into my
dripping cunt. However, after only a few strokes, he pulled out,
and shifted his aim to the tender brown rosette of my virgin
asshole. Initially, I felt only a heavy pressure, as the bulbous
tip of his dick demanded the entry, but he was not to be denied.
With a jerk of his hips, he forced the passage. I felt a moment
of sharp pain as my asshole surrendered to the intruder, and
accepted the first phase of the unnatural invasion. Once the
tip was firmly in place, he began to pound away at me, driving
the thick, slick shaft into me. In short order, he had me fully
impaled, with all of his straining prick buried deep in my
bowels. Then, he began to stroke in and out of my tight, burning
rectum, in an insistent, brutal rhythm. As he reamed the tight
channel, I slowly relaxed, and so did my ass-muscles. In less
than a minute, he was taking long, full strokes into my
now-willing ass, and each stroke sent thrilling shudders through
my belly. Rapidly, he increased the tempo and the force of his
strokes. Helplessly, I submitted to his onslaught, until he
slammed his straining dick into me one final time, and began
coming, deep inside my ass. I felt the hot jets of cum spurting
and boiling into my guts, and I began coming, too. It was
uncontrollable, and irresistable, like a series of giant ocean
waves, breaking over me, and in me.
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