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HypFant 10: Tutoring Tommy by MAW MC, MF Starring Bridgette Wilson
(Mortal Kombat)

     Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains graphic
descriptions of sexuality.  If this offends you, leave now. This is
fiction. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you feel like trying
this, seek help.  This story is based on a manufactured image at
www.Privatepages.com. It's a direct sequal to the precious HypFant and
something I've been wanting to try for a time, the fulfillment of more
than a few boy's dreams. All suggestions/scenarios and comments
welcomed. Enjoy.


     Tommy was more than happy over how things had gone with Kelly.
The hypnosis had worked perfectly, allowing him to enjoy a night of
passion with his older babysitter. Now, it was time to move on to the
next woman who had caught Tommy's eyes and pushed him to learn how to
do this.  Ms. Brown was Tommy's math teacher, as smart as she was
beautiful, which meant she was very, very smart. She was in her
thirties, but looked younger and though she tried to hide it, she was
an incredibly beautiful woman. She wore a black miniskirt that still
showed off shapely legs and even her white shirt couldn't hide her
ample bosom. Her blond hair was pulled back in a bun and she wore a
pair of horn-rimmed glasses that she hoped would give her a
professional air. She was tough but kind and willing to help out a
student in trouble. Which made Tommy more than happy that he was bad
in math.  As the final bell rang, Tommy rushed to his locker to get
his books. He was meeting Ms.  Brown for his weekly tutoring session
and he needed to get everything he needed. Especially one important
item...

     "Tommy, you have to concentrate on this." Ms. Brown's voice
always soothed Tommy and brought him to attention. They were alone in
the classroom, Tommy sitting at her desk as Ms. Brown tried to show
him how to work the latest problem. Concentration is a difficult thing
for you, I know, but you have to try this." "I am, Ms. Brown, I really
am." Tommy had given a lot of thought as to how to do this and he was
ready. "In fact, I even have a method I use to help me concentrate."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the green disk. He held it
before Ms. Brown's eyes and gave the chain a tug that allowed it to
spin slowly in place. "See, I made it myself to help me concentrate.
All I have to do is look at it and it helps put my thoughts into
place." "That's very good, Tommy," Ms. Brown said, gazing at the shiny
disk.  "Yes, I think it's very good. I think it helps me to fixate my
attention on the disk, just clear out all my thoughts and concentrate
solely on this disk. Just fix my gaze on it as it spins there, the
light reflecting off of it, just to keep staring at it and
concentrating on it. Just concentrating on nothing but the disk. I
also talk to myself so I can concentrate better. I just watch the disk
and listen to my voice. I block out everything else and pay attention
to my voice. I watch the disk and listen to my voice. The disk and my
voice. That's all I pay attention to. It's all you should pay
attention to, Ms. Brown. Are you paying attention?" "Yes..I am.." Ms.
Brown's voice was distracted, her face somewhat confused as she gazed
at the spinning disk. Tommy knew he had her. "You just concentrate on
those, Ms. Brown and it feels so good to do that. It feels very good
to do nothing but concentrate on the disk and my voice. Only the disk
and my voice. Just listen to me, Ms. Brown, and you can feel very,
very good. Jut listen to my voice and watch the disk. Focus on it, Ms.
Brown, concentrate on the disk and my voice. Listen to my voice and
keep watching the disk, Ms. Brown. You have to watch the disk, you
can't look away from it. You don't want to look away from it. You have
to keep watching it because it makes you feel so good. Everything word
I say makes you feel so warm and relaxed and so very good, Ms. Brown.
Everything I say makes you feel good. Everything I say is good.
Everything I say is good, Ms. Brown, isn't it?" "Yes..everything you
say..is good.." Ms. Brown's eyes were becoming vacant as they stared
at the disk, losing her will to fight off Tommy's suggestions. She
felt so good, light- headed and relaxed in a way that helped her. It
was good to listen to Tommy. It was right to listen to Tommy.
Listening to Tommy made her feel so good, she didn't care what he
said. She knew that continuing to listen to Tommy like this would make
her feel good and wonderful and doing whatever Tommy said would make
her feel even more wonderful.  Tommy lowered the disk and took a
moment to watch Ms. Brown stand there, gazing blankly into space, lost
in a trance. "Ms. Brown," Tommy said. "Can I call you Carla?"
"Yes..You may.." It was right for Tommy to call her by her first name.
It made her feel good and that was what was important. Such a good
boy, Tommy, to let her feel this good.  "Good. Carla, everything I say
is good and everything I ask you to do makes you feel good, doesn't
it?" "Yes...it does.." "Yes, Carla, everything I ask you to do is
good. Doing whatever I ask you to do makes you feel very good. Now,
Carla, unbutton and open up your shirt. It will make you feel good,
Carla, so just go ahead and do it." Tommy watched as his hypnotized
teacher slowly wrestled with her shirt, undoing each button in turn
until she could finally open it. She wore a black bra underneath and
Tommy let his hands drift against the smooth fabric. He cupped his
hands under his breasts and slowly pulled the fabric down until her
could expose her tits. God, they were gorgeous. He leaned his head in
and took a deep breath, wanting nothing more than to taste them. But
he knew there was danger of being discovered here and had to act fast.
"Carla, redo your bra and shirt." Once she had, Tommy quickly gave her
instructions. "Carla, when I snap my fingers, you'll come back to your
normal state of mind. You won't remember what has happened. Nothing.
If you ever see this disk again, you will fall even deeper into this
wonderfully relaxed state and be ready to do what I tell you to." With
that, he snapped his fingers and returned her to wakefulness.  "Well,
I think we've covered about everything today, Tommy," Ms. Brown said.
"If you have any problems you can come and see me about them, all
right?" "Oh, yes, Ms. Brown," Tommy smiled. "You'll see me." 

     Ms. Brown lived in a comfortable house a few blocks away from
school and Tommy had no problem finding it. He had called his mom and
told her he was going to be hanging out with some friends, making sure
to let her know he'd be home for dinner. If things went as planned, he
would be ready for a big meal. Locking his bike next to the garage, he
walked up and rang the doorbell. Ms. Brown answered it, wearing a
bathrobe. "Tommy, what are you doing here? I was just about to take a
shower," she said by way of explanation.   "I wanted to see you, Ms.
Brown," Tommy said. "Can I come in?" "Well, Tommy, it's a little late
for this and I'm not sure it's really proper for " Her voice broke off
as Tommy held up the pendant and instantly entranced her. "Let me in,
Carla," Tommy commanded and the teacher mutely stood by and let him
in. He faced her and looked her over.  She looked even better without
her glasses and with her hair out of the bun and allowed to fall
behind her. "Carla, let's go to your bedroom." She led him, gazing
blankly as she brought him to her room. It was nice, white painting
and curtains, the bed not quite made but inviting. "Carla, would you
mind if I took off my clothes?" Tommy asked.  "No.." Carla said. Tommy
was already yanking off his shirt, knowing her answer. He took off all
of his clothes, then undid the knot on Carla's robe and let it fall
off her. She was better than he'd dreamed, her full breasts ready for
his touch, her blond cunt all too inviting.  "Carla, would you like to
make love to me? To make you feel good?" "Yes..That would make..me
feel..good." That was all Tommy needed to hear. He grabbed Carla and
pulled her into a kiss. They embraced, Tommy loving the feeling of her
breasts on his chest. He rolled her onto the bed and kissed her for
several minutes before turning his attention to her chest. He buried
his head in her cleavage and licked his tongue around her breasts. He
pushed his hard cock into her and began jamming it in and out, his
hormones on overdrive at the thought of making love to his teacher. He
kissed her breasts as he continued to ram his cock in and out of her,
his tongue wrapping around a nipple as he increased the tempo, urging
himself more and more into her, her moans of passion driving him
further. He was going to come, he knew it a second before it happened
and he suckled one nipple as he did, his wad blasting into her with
such force that she cried out in shock as much as pleasure.  He kissed
her again as he pulled his cock out and began to knead her breasts.
One hand worked on her tits, massaging them, pinching the nipples,
while the other moved to her ass. He ran a hand over that smooth
surface and tightened his grip on a buttock as he worked on her. She
pushed against him and urged him on, her kisses becoming even hotter.
He could feel her juices falling on his leg and knew it had been a
long time since she had felt anything like this. Well, he was more
than happy to oblige and slid a finger from her buttock and into her
waiting ass. He was surprised and somewhat disappointed that it didn't
take long for her to come on her fingers but then, he had some time
left to play with her.  As he biked home admist the darkening
neighborhood, Tommy sighed in pleasure as he thought of his teacher,
lying naked in bed with an erotic dream as her only memory. It would
be something to boast about to his friends, but no. This was one
lesson he definitely wanted to keep to himself.



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