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             Written 08/96 by RC. Comments and suggestions welcomed.

  First-Hand Research
  by RC

  I had always wanted to join a sorority. I had heard all the stories about the 
  nasty things you had to do to join one, but I had never really believed them.

  But I now found myself pledging, and one of the older girls was calling me aside 
  to tell me what I had to do. I imagined being assigned to do something stupid, 
  like write my name and address on a pair of my panties and mail them to 
  myself. I was unprepared for what I was told.

  The grinning girl handed me a specimen container. I looked at it curiously. She 
  then informed me that I had to have it back to her within two days, full, and the 
  donor had to sign the label on the outside.

  She stood there grinning at me. I paled as I asked the question that I knew she 
  was waiting for me to ask.

  "Um...full...of what?"

  She stared at me, grinning.

  "Semen."

  I almost passed out. She laughed hysterically at my reaction.

  "Um...Full? Not just partway?"

  She shook her head emphatically.

  "FULL."

  I stared at the thing. It seemed huge. I didn't really know how much cream a 
  guy usually shot when he came, but I somehow knew it would take more than 
  one orgasm to fill this thing.

  Still grinning, she reminded me that it had to be one guy, and he had to sign the 
  label himself.

  I went back to my room with my head spinning.

  I lay there for a long time that night, trying to figure out how I was going to get 
  some guy to fill that thing. I was a freshman, I didn't have a boyfriend, I didn't 
  even know many guys that well. I only had two days to find someone willing to 
  fill it.

  I had to admit; I was beginning to find this a bit of a turn-on. I squirmed 
  nervously in bed, trying to imagine myself coming on to some guy.  Watching 
  him react, coaxing his pants off, making sure his cock was nice and firm and 
  ready - 

  And then handing him the cup and saying, "In here please. And don't go away, 
  you aren't done yet."

  I fell asleep grinning, my pussy curiously damp.

  I awoke the next morning to the sound of my roommate getting dressed.  
  Gretchen was a psych major, a senior. She moved about quietly, getting her 
  things together. I thought for a moment and remembered she was going to the 
  library to study for her next paper. She was going to write about hypnosis.

  Hypnosis!

  I sat up. She looked at me, pouting a bit.

  "Oh, SueAnn, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up."

  The plan was forming even as I answered her.

  "Oh, that's OK, I had to get up anyway. Off to the library?"

  She nodded, sighing.

  "Yeah. I gotta do research for this paper."

  I sat on the edge of my bed. "What are you looking for today?"

  She rolled her eyes.

  "Oh, I just have to figure out the kind of things a person will do when they're 
  hypnotized. I've never really seen anyone hypnotized, so I don't have any 
  first-hand stuff to write about."

  "Oh. Too bad. Hey, how about finding some cute guy and hypnotizing him 
  yourself?" I grinned. Come on, Gretchen...

  She looked startled, then laughed.

  "Yeah, right." She turned for the door. I stood up and went to her.

  "No, really. I mean it. Let me find someone, bring him here, not tell him what's 
  going on. The three of us will just have a nice little talk, and you can try 
  hypnotizing him. Then you'll have your first-hand stuff."

  She stared at me, laughing. Then her expression changed, and her laughter 
  stopped.

  "SueAnn..."

  "Yeah?", I asked, my heart beating wildly.

  "You really think I could?"

  I hope so, I thought to myself. What I said was, "I know you could."

  I almost jumped for joy as Gretchen slowly sat down on her bed. She smiled 
  nervously, then laughed out loud.

  "All right. I'll try. Who do we get?"

  I thought fast. So far, so good. I wasn't going to bother explaining my motives to 
  her yet.

  "Um, how about Jim, down the hall? He's cute, he's in some of your classes, and 
  I've heard he thinks you're cute too. He'd say yes."

  She looked thoughtful, her eyes sparkling, her face flushed.

  "Jim....Yeah. OK. OK, I'll do it. Now how do we get him here? I have to have 
  this figured out by next week."

  I didn't bother explaining that my deadline was much sooner.

  "I'll go invite him over. I think he's free all afternoon, and so are we. Why not 
  today? If it doesn't work, we'll have time for another try." For YOUR part, I 
  thought.

  She nodded, laughing.

  "OK. Today. Jim gets hypnotized this afternoon. Now, how do I go about 
  putting him under?"

  I needed him under, but I also needed him hard and horny. I thought of 
  everything I'd ever learned about hypnosis, and started talking rapidly.

  Gretchen's face turned pink as she listened.


  Jim showed up at two. I let him in, and Gretchen and I sat down on her bed. Jim 
  took the small chair in the middle of the room.

  We talked for a few minutes, and Gretchen gradually shifted the topic to her 
  paper.

  "Yeah, hypnosis is really neat. I think it would be a lot of fun to be hypnotized, it 
  seems so relaxing." As she spoke, I stood up and went over to stand between 
  our desks. Jim could look at me or Gretchen, but not both.

  Gretchen's voice became quieter, softer. Jim looked at her, puzzled, as she went 
  on to describe her vision of how it felt to be hypnotized.

  And as she spoke, I slowly began to take my clothes off.

  When Jim realized that, his eyes opened wide, and he turned his chair a bit to 
  see better. Gretchen droned on, saying how relaxing it must be to go into 
  hypnosis, how easy it was for anyone to go into trance, how people that were 
  hypnotized could carry out so many different suggestions.

  My heart was beating like crazy as I tried to undress as slowly as possible. I 
  could tell that Gretchen's voice was having an effect on him, as was the 
  increasing amount of flesh I was displaying. He was blinking slowly, he looked 
  confused, drowsy almost. And there was a lump in his jeans.

  It was all I could do to keep myself from letting Gretchen's voice send me into 
  the same relaxed, lazy, dreamy state that Jim was falling into.  I gazed at him, 
  my pussy dampening as his head tilted to one side, his eyes still fixed upon my 
  body, his cock still hard.

  Jim was motionless as I removed my panties. Gretchen's voice was a soft 
  whisper.

  Slowly, oh, so slowly, I tugged at my panties, pulling them down, down, past my 
  knees, right down to the floor. I stepped out of them, staring at Jim's glassy 
  eyes in delight. I slipped my bra off, and my breasts fell free. His mouth fell 
  open just as Gretchen said to close his eyes and let himself go into trance.

  I watched, trembling.

  Jim looked confused for a split second. Then his eyes closed.

  It had worked.

  Gretchen had hypnotized him while I had given his conscious mind something to 
  do. While he had been staring at me, at my body, Gretchen's voice had gone 
  directly into his subconscious, calming it, quieting it, until at last, it allowed itself 
  to let go altogether.

  Quivering with delight, I stared at him. He looked so peaceful, so relaxed. I 
  might have her do this to me, I thought.

  But business first.

  Gretchen stood and quietly came over beside me, looking at our mesmerized 
  guest. Her eyes were wide and shining.

  "HO-ly SHIT!", she whispered loudly.

  I giggled.

  "Don't say that too loud, he might take you seriously."

  She laughed as well, and then her eyes were drawn to his crotch.

  His erection was quite noticeable. Gretchen looked at me, her face flushing, her 
  eyes bright.

  "Oh...SueAnn...he's...it's...Oh......."

  Now was the time.

  "Um, Gretchen? I have to tell you something." And I showed her the specimen 
  cup and explained the whole thing.

  To my amazement, Gretchen was eager to help me. I looked at her in wonder, 
  seeing for the first time a sexual being instead of a roommate.

  That would come later, I promised myself. Right now, we had to get this guy's 
  cock out and active.

  Gretchen thought for a moment, her eyes fixed upon the slowly shrinking bulge 
  in his jeans. We had to work fast.

  "Jim, you feel so good right now, so relaxed. And even though you are so 
  relaxed, so open, you still feel a bit aroused from watching SueAnn strip.  Your 
  penis was hard, Jim, we saw it. Don't feel bad, don't be embarrassed, we think 
  it's nice that you reacted that way to the sight of her nude, tanned body. Her 
  breasts are so nice, so heavy, her nipples are so hard and dark. 
  Imagine touching her breasts. It's all right, go ahead. Feel your hands on her 
  naked breasts, breasts that she exposed just for you, Jim. Only for you."

  We watched as the bulge in his jeans grew again. Quickly.

  "Jim, I know you masturbate. All guys do. All guys masturbate when they think 
  of hot girls. SueAnn is so hot, Jim, so hot, her body is so nice, her pussy so hot. 
  She's hot for you, Jim. So hot for you."

  Gretchen was shaking. Her eyes moved from Jim to me to Jim and back again. 
  Was this making her as hot as we were trying to make him?

  I hoped so.

  The lump in Jim's jeans was quite large now.

  "You want to play with yourself when you get so turned on, Jim, we know it. We 
  know and we like that idea. We like the idea of guys playing with themselves 
  when they think about us, our naked bodies, our sensitive tits.  Do you 
  masturbate when you get turned on, Jim?"

  I held my breath. What was she DOING? If he tries to answer, he'll wake up, 
  won't he?

  "It's all right, Jim, you can tell me. Tell me, and you will find that you feel a 
  sense of relief, of sharing, that the fact that you play with yourself is no longer a 
  deep, dark secret to be hidden away. I like it when guys play with themselves 
  thinking of me, and so does SueAnn. Do you
  play with yourself, Jim?"

  Jim was limp in the chair, his head tilted at an impossible angle.  His mouth 
  moved for a moment, and then he mumbled something that sounded like a yes.

  Gretchen reached out and took my hand, holding it tightly.

  "Oh, yes, Jim, you play with yourself. Doesn't it feel good, knowing that your 
  secret is safe with us? It's not a deep, dark secret any more, you shared it with 
  us, trusted us. Jim plays with himself when he's turned on.  I like thinking about 
  that very much, it turns us both on, Jim. It turns us on so much. Thank you for 
  telling us, Jim."

  Jim's face was pink, his eyelids appearing to vibrate.

  Gretchen held my hand a bit tighter.

  "Jim, we love it when guys play with themselves for us. We want to help you, to 
  help you feel good. We know we turn you on, we know that the sight of 
  SueAnn's naked body got you aroused. We feel sad that you don't feel as good 
  as we do. We want you to feel good. We have to think of some way that you can 
  feel as good as we do."

  She paused, her eyes glittering.

  "I know. Jim, SueAnn and I are going to masturbate. We would like  you to do 
  the same. It's so natural, so easy to do, you know that. All you have to do is 
  loosen your pants, and your hard, hard cock will pop out all by itself. Or I can 
  loosen them for you. Here, you just relax, I'll help."

  Gretchen fumbled at his jeans, almost tearing them open. Jim just sat there, 
  sprawled limply in the chair, his face pink. I could have sworn he was smiling, 
  just a bit.

  I stared as Jim's cock sprang out of his shorts, hard and thick and ready to go.

  "Oh, Jim, that's so BIG, oh, I LOVE it, Jim, that would feel so GOOD inside 
  my tight, steamy CUNT."

  I stared at Gretchen in disbelief. THIS was my straight-A, 4.0 GPA roommate? 
  I wished I'd found her wild side earlier.

  Jim's cock was throbbing, waving back and forth in front of us. Gretchen kept 
  talking, making him hotter, hornier, more aroused.

  She was having the same effect on me. I felt the moisture between my legs, and 
  began idly caressing my aching clit with one finger as I watched Gretchen 
  utterly seduce Jim.

  "I have to feel that, Jim, I have to see what that huge thing feels like in my 
  hand." And Gretchen, my roommate, wrapped her hand around Jim's rod. I felt 
  weak, the buzz between my legs getting stronger.

  "Oh, yeah, Jim, so good, so BIG, oh, I want you to feel as good as we do, Jim, 
  honey, your cock is HUGE, oh, I want you to feel this, Jim, feel my hand on 
  your cock, feel me squeezing you, pumping you, making you want to cum, Jim. 
  Making you want to CUM. CUM, so hard, so hard. You want to CUM, just like 
  SueAnn and I are, you want to CUM. Let it happen, Jim, let go. We want you to 
  cum for us, we want you to cum WITH us. Cum now, Jim."

  At the last second, I realized I had better get the cup ready. As Gretchen's 
  voice and hand broke through Jim's last, feeble resistance, he let out a soft 
  moan, and his body jerked several times. I held the cup in place, shielding it 
  with my hand. I watched happily as he filled a bit less
  than one third of the cup.

  Gretchen shuddered, moaned, and stood up. She almost ripped her clothes off, 
  and the second she was nude, she buried two fingers in her soaking cunt.

  My roommate and I looked at each other, smiling, as played with ourselves. 
  Our eyes were locked together as we came.

  Panting, Gretchen motioned to the cup and nodded to Jim.

  I knelt before him, whispering softly, my hand closing around his damp, 
  shrunken cock.

  It didn't stay shrunken very long.

  Later on, it was fun watching him write his name. He looked so  intent, like a 
  child writing his name for the first time.



  That night, at the sorority house, I handed the overflowing specimen cup to my 
  sponsor. She was quite surprised that I had completed my assignment so soon, 
  and assured me that I would be joining their sorority with no problem. She 
  asked me how I had done it, and I only smiled and said I might show her some 
  day.

  When I got back to my room that night, I was a bit annoyed to find the door 
  locked. I found my key, opened the door, and went in.

  I froze.

  Gretchen was kneeling on the floor in front of the chair.

  Our next-door neighbor, Sheila, was sitting in the chair.

   Her eyes were closed, her head was tilted sideways, and her skirt was hiked up 
  around her waist. Sheila's hands were massaging her own breasts through her 
  sweater.

  Gretchen stared up at me, her face covered with Sheila's juices.

  "There's nothing like first-hand research", she said hoarsely, and she 
  disappeared between Sheila's thighs again.

  My clothes were soon on the floor along with my roommate's.

                                  *** THE END ***

  RC