READ NO FURTHER IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 OR IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTIVITY. All characters, situations, and locations are purely fictional. Archiving and reposting permitted ONLY if the COMPLETE, UNALTERED FILE, INCLUDING THIS DISCLAIMER, is included. 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