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Stages
by Impax (pax420@gmail.com)

***

Him: You wanna play a rape game? Her: Absolutely NOT!" 
Him: Hey, you're pretty good at this! (mf-teens, cpls, 
reluc, 1st, hypno, mc)

***

Ian had read more than a few books on the study of 
hypnotism, but he never attempted it on a person, due to 
the fact that he was too nervous to ask anyone to 
volunteer. It wasn't that he was lacking confidence in 
his ability; he'd already successfully hypnotized his 
family dog, but more that ,he knew he be really good at 
it, and be able to take control completely. He wasn't 
sure he was ready for that responsibility yet. He was 
only 17.

He did a magic act at the talent show that year, and 
that changed everything about his life after that. His 
first few tricks were a flop; the rabbit jumped out of 
his hat early, the string of handkerchiefs were peeking 
out his sleeves, and he dropped his deck of cards out of 
nervousness in the first minute of his act. He managed 
to make everyone laugh, but the magic was gone. 

Out of sheer desperation, he called for a volunteer from 
the audience, and Misty Walker came up, the prettiest 
girl in school, at least in his opinion She wasn't the 
most popular in any sense, nor did she have the best 
body, but as far as pretty faces went, Ian thought she 
beat just about any other girl he knew, hands down. Only 
one other girl in the school even came close, and that 
was her best friend, Anne.

"Are you going to make me disappear?" she asked.

"No, but I might split you in half!" he joked, getting 
another laugh. "No, folks, what I have in mind is truly 
real magic, the magic of the mind and all it's 
mysteries, which we will reveal a little of today, that 
mystical thing called Hypnotism!"

The crowd ahhed appreciatively, and Misty smiled 
nervously. 

"Are you going to make me cluck like a chicken?" she 
asked.

"Do you want to cluck like a chicken?" he asked her, 
seriously. The crowd laughed again. She smiled and shook 
her head.

"Haven't you ever heard that you can't make anyone do 
anything they wouldn't ordinarily do?" She nodded, along 
with half the audience. Everyone knew that. "So are you 
prone to clucking like a chicken?" She shook her head, 
smiling. "Then you won't," he said, simply. "Would you 
mind sitting in this chair, here? Make yourself 
comfortable, that's right. Would you close your eyes for 
me?"

He stood behind her chair and continued to talk in a 
soothing voice, asking her to visualize a waterfall, 
describing the sound of the water and asking her to 
imagine a spot on the water and follow it over the edge, 
down and down and down. Soon, she was deep asleep, and 
the room was very hushed.

"Misty, can you hear me?"

"Yes..." she said, softly.

"Do you like to dance, Misty?" 

"Sometimes, when I'm by myself." she admitted. "I'm not 
very good, though, so that's why I don't like to do it 
when there's anybody watching.

"What's your favorite song to dance to?" he asked.

"Billy Jean." she admitted.

"Well, Misty, you are back in your room at home, and the 
song "Billy Jean" by Michael Jackson just came on. 
There's no one to see you, so go ahead and dance! All 
alone in your room, dance to the music."

"It's really okay?" she asked, timidly.

"Billy Jean is not my lover." he sang, softly. She 
slowly got out of the chair and began swaying, then even 
more slowly, began unbuttoning her blouse.

He watched in astonishment as she sashayed around on the 
stage, slowly taking off her shirt. The audience hooted 
and clapped as she revealed her bra, then began 
unbuttoning her jeans. She was a beautiful girl, with a 
perfectly proportioned body, and her B cup bra was 
filled out nicely over her flat tummy. He let her get 
her jeans open enough to show the top of her plain white 
panties, then stopped her.

"Misty, you will dance with your clothes on, this time." 
he told her, picking up her blouse and handing it to 
her.

"Sorry, folks, this is a 'G' rated show today," he said 
to the audience. They boo-ed, but he got an approving 
nod from the show's manager, Miss Finch, who had been 
looking worried for a moment there. He paused to let 
them settle down as Misty turned her back, giving the 
audience a good long look at her perfect ass as she 
wiggled into the tight denim, and then put her shirt on 
and covered her bare back. 

"Misty, I'm going to count backwards from 10 to 1, and 
as I do so, you will float to the top of the waterfall, 
and awaken on this stage, feeling alert and refreshed, 
and you won't remember anything you did today. You will 
remember the number three, however, and return to that 
state when I say the words... He bent slightly and 
whispered into her ear theatrically, and the audience 
giggled. He straightened up and started counting out 
loud.

"10... 9... 8..." All the way to three, and he gave a 
longer pause as she shivered slightly, then went on. 
"2... 1... Misty, you're getting sleepy..."

"No, I'm not; I feel perfectly awake! I'm afraid your 
silly trick won't work on me!"

"Perhaps you're right." he said, smiling light-
heartedly, and walked her to the edge of the stage, to 
the steps. To her surprise, the entire audience went to 
their feet and applauded wildly, as he took bow after 
bow. 

She took her seat next to her best friend, who was 
looking at her in awe. She got annoyed at the stare 
quickly.

"What!?" she snapped. "I went up on stage, he tried to 
do it, and it didn't work! So what!?"

"Misty! Are you crazy?" asked Anne, her best friend. 
They'd been friends since first grade, and she knew how 
shy Misty was. "You took your shirt off up there!"

"I did not! I was only up there for about two minutes, 
tops."

"You wish!" said Anne. "You were up there for fifteen 
minutes, at least. He told you to forget everything and 
you did!"

Misty felt confused. She looked around, and everyone was 
looking at her and talking. Some of them were even 
pointing. Now she was close to tears. Anne saw her face 
and touched Misty's arm.

"Hey, lighten up, he stopped you from totally 
embarrassing yourself, and you really did look beautiful 
up there." Anne said. "He made you think you were all 
alone so you would dance, but nobody could have known 
that you dance naked. I guess that's why you prefer to 
be alone when you do it!"

"Can we get out of here? Everyone is staring at me! I 
hate all of you!!" she screamed, then got up and stormed 
to the door. Anne hastily followed her out a moment 
later, but as she was collecting their coats and purses, 
Ian stopped her and called her name.

"Anne!" he called. "Please, I need to talk to you!" He 
hurried up the aisle toward her, and caught her right at 
the door, seeing how she wasn't going to wait for him. 
"Anne, please?" he begged, just outside. 

They both turned to look as Misty came striding up, her 
eyes flashing with anger.

"How dare you make such a fool out of me up there like 
that? What gives you the right to... to make people do 
things they would never do?" She tried to slap him, but 
he caught her wrist and stopped her. "Let go of me!" she 
yelled, jerking her wrist away, then rubbed it with her 
other hand. "Ow, that hurt, you brute!"

"Misty, please, it wasn't intentional, I promise! 
Besides, you were great! I mean, uh..." He faltered when 
he saw that nothing he could say could talk him out of 
what he did, and gave up. 

Misty saw the defeat in his eyes and felt a little worm 
of satisfaction, and relented some. She liked Ian and 
volunteered because she saw him flopping around on 
stage, and thought she'd help him out. She just didn't 
know it would turn out like this, and she realized that 
he hadn't, either. She gave him a rueful grin.

"I really stripped on stage?" she asked him.

"It was the song "Billy Jean." he told her. "You were 
really into it, too."

"Oh." she said, blushing. "That's the song that I... uh, 
never mind!"

"How did you feel when you woke up?" he asked, changing 
the subject. Misty looked at him quizzically.

"What do you mean? I never went to sleep!" she replied, 
then caught the look that passed between him and Anne. 
"Oh, well, other than this feeling of intense 
embarrassment, I feel great right now!"

"Hey, uh, Ian, do you think you could do it to me?" Anne 
asked, a little hesitantly. "Not here, though, it's way 
too public!" She gave a glance at the doors leading back 
into the auditorium, then looked at Misty and smiled 
slightly. "I don't want to be famous like you two."

"I don't want to be famous!" Misty yelped.

"Well, you are for a minute." Ian said. "Sorry about 
that."

"It's about time you apologized." Anne said, grinning.

"Hey, I didn't know!" he said, defensively. "It won't 
happen again, I promise!"

"Well, it better not!" said Anne. "I have no intention 
of letting a bunch of people see me naked!"

"Gee, thanks, Anne, that makes me feel ever so much 
better!" said Misty, sarcastically.

"Relax, nobody saw you naked, just your bra." Anne 
retorted. "And I've seen you with smaller bathing suit 
tops on, like the red one!"

"Would you two girls like to continue this conversation 
at my house? I'm afraid they're finishing up the show in 
there, and I'd like to beat the rush home."

Anne and Misty exchanged a quick glance, then Misty 
shrugged and smiled.

"Sure." she said for both of them. One of the conditions 
for them going out together was to come straight home 
after the talent show. They'd been caught smoking 
cigarettes last week, and they were on restriction from 
both their parents. It was a direct violation of their 
probation, and they felt a little naughty doing this.

He led the way outside to his truck, and they got in. 
Anne sat in the middle, next to him. It started right 
up, for once, and he pulled out of the parking lot.

His house wasn't far away, and he gave silent thanks to 
whatever gods there be that his room was in the basement 
and had it's own entrance.

"Whoa. You got your own apartment?" asked Anne, looking 
around in obvious astonishment.

"Well, sort of." he said. "I share the kitchen upstairs 
with my parents, but this is pretty much my own 
apartment, yeah."

"Cool!" breathed Misty. One of her fantasies was to lose 
her virginity in another man's apartment, and Anne knew 
it.

"Okay, can you do it now?" Anne asked, going into the 
living room and sitting on his couch.

"Can we do what, now?" he asked, sitting down next to 
her. Misty followed them, curious about what he was 
going to do.

"You know, hypnotize me!" she said, grinning. "Make me 
do things, like you did to Misty."

"I didn't make Misty do anything," he said.

"You made her think she was alone in her room!" Anne 
said. "That's all I mean."

"Oh, well, I can do that." he said, agreeably. He looked 
Anne straight in her eyes. "Relax and listen to my 
voice. Close your eyes and visualize the waterfall, can 
you do that?" Anne nodded, closing her eyes and leaning 
her head back on the chair, relaxing all her muscles. 

He noticed Misty had her eyes closed, as well. She was 
sitting on a chair across from them, and her breathing 
had already settled into a steady rhythm, he noted. No 
need for the trigger this time; she was already deep 
under, and she'd just sat down! He focused his attention 
on Anne, and had talked her into a trance in just a few 
minutes.

"How do you feel, Anne?" he asked.

"I feel good," she said. 

"Can you see the river? It's flowing along quite fast, 
but very smoothly, the top of the water like black oil. 
You are just above the water, flying with your face just 
a few feet above it. You hear the soft roar of the 
waterfall just ahead."

"Yesss..." she said, softly.

"Feel the wind in your hair as you pick up a little 
speed." he said, blowing softly near her ear. "Can you 
feel it?"

"Yesss," she said again, a little louder.

"Here's the edge, Anna, you're going over it right now, 
and you're falling, falling, falling..." he said. "but 
now you're not really falling, you're floating down, 
down, Anne, floating down, and at the bottom is a nice, 
soft, pillowbed, you are on the pillowbed, and it's 
soft, holding you safe and secure, you can't fall 
anymore, because you're laying on the pillowbed." He 
looked at the beautiful girl, laying there and totally 
in his power. "You feel very relaxed as you lay there, 
Anne, very relaxed... and... horny."

"Ohhh," Anne murmured. "Yesss..." He saw her thighs open 
slightly.

"You start to touch yourself, Anne, it's feels nice to 
touch yourself, touching your nipples, they are getting 
kinda stiff, and you want to touch them, Anne, touching 
your nipples."

The girl smiled slightly, and her hands went onto her 
breasts, tracing small circles, and her thighs opened a 
little more.

"As you touch them, Anna, you want more direct contact, 
don't you, you want to feel your fingers on your bare 
breasts, you want to touch your nipples with no shirt 
on. Go ahead and open your shirt, Anne, and touch your 
bare nipples. It's okay, you're safe on the this giant 
pillowbed, and this is a dream, an erotic dream, open 
your blouse and touch your bare nipples, Anne, touch 
your nipples."

Anne opened her blouse and reached into the cups of her 
lacy bra, playing gently with her nipples as he looked 
on. He was getting very hard in his pants, and reached 
into the waistband to adjust himself as his cock 
attained full hardness.

"More and more, Anne, you want to touch yourself more 
and more." He saw her left hand snake down her body to 
her crotch. "Open your pants, Anne, you want to touch 
yourself there, too, open your pants and let your 
fingers give you pleasure."

Anne brought both hands down and unbuttoned the top of 
her jeans, then ran the zipper down. Ian took a chance 
and decided to help her a little. He grasped them at her 
hips and gently tugged them down her legs. She lifted 
her ass a little to help him get them off, and he 
slipped her sneaks off her feet with little difficulty, 
then pulled her jeans right off and folded them. She had 
one hand inside her white cotton panties now, rubbing 
her crotch as he watched. The other was inside her open 
blouse, playing with one turgid nipple, exposed above 
the cup of her bra. He noticed it hooked closed in 
front, so he reached down and unclasped it, giving 
himself an unobstructed view of her small breasts, no 
more than a "B" cup at most.

He turned to Misty, seeing that she was still deeply 
tranced as well, and touching herself in the same manner 
as her best friend, Anne.

"Misty, can you hear me?" he asked softly.

"Yesss..." she whispered. He reached down and touched 
both her wrists at the same time. "I just tied balloons 
to your hands, Misty." he said. "Now I'm filling them 
with helium, and they are floating up...up... up." He 
watched her arms slowly begin to rise upward until they 
were fully extended above her head. "They are still 
rising, Misty, pulling you upward with them. You are 
being pulled upward by the wrists, Misty." He watched as 
she slowly got to her feet, her arms still held high 
over her head.

"That's it, they can rise no higher, Misty, they are 
touching the ceiling now. You are held up there by the 
strings I tied to you; can you feel them?"

"Yesss," she said softly. "Holding me up."

"How do you feel, Misty? Are you still turned on from 
touching yourself?" he asked. "You liked touching 
yourself, didn't you?"

"Yesss," she repeated, a little smile touching the 
corners of her mouth.

"You still want that touch, but you can't, because your 
hands are tied to the balloons, right? I tied balloons 
to your hands, and now you can't touch yourself."

"Yesss." Now a frown touched the corners of her mouth, 
and he could see her struggling a little to pull her 
hands down, presumably to touch herself some more.

"You can't touch yourself, Misty, but you want to be 
touched, don't you? You need that touch, right?"

"Yesss..."

"I tied the balloons to you Misty, you can't touch 
yourself."

"Yesss..."

"I can touch you, Misty, do you want me to touch you?" 
he asked. "You can't touch yourself, but you want the 
touches. I can touch you."

"Yes, touch me," she said, almost begging. "I need you 
to touch me. I can't touch myself!"

"Okay, Misty, I'll help you. I'll touch you anywhere you 
want me to," he said. "Would you like that?"

"Ohh, yesss, touch me, touch me, I need you to touch 
me!" she said.

"Where, Misty? Do you want me to touch you here?" he 
asked, moving behind her and gently touching her breasts 
through her blouse and bra.

"MMMMmmm! Yes, touch me there!" she said, twisting on 
her tiptoes to bring her breasts more into contact with 
his fingers. 

"How about like this?" he asked, sliding his hands down 
her ribs, then around onto her stomach. "Do you like me 
touching you like this?"

"MmmHmm," Misty moaned. Ian opened a few of her bottom 
buttons and pulled her shirt tails out of where they 
were tucked into her jeans.

"How about this, Misty, do you like my hands on your 
skin?" His hands slipped under her blouse and went onto 
her stomach, rubbing her belly. "Do you want me to move 
them up and touch your breasts under your blouse? You 
liked me touching them through your shirt before; would 
you like me to touch them like this?"

"Ohh, yes. Touch my breasts. Touch them like this, feels 
so good!" she moaned. 

Ian obliged her, moving his hands up and fondling her 
with only her bra between his fingers and her nipples.

"How do you feel, Misty, do you want me to touch you 
some more? Should I take off your blouse and bra so I 
can touch you better?"

"Ohh, yesss, please, get them off, I need you touch me!" 
she begged.

"Okay, Misty, I am opening up your blouse the rest of 
the way, and here goes your bra." He pulled her blouse 
open the rest of the way, then unhooked her bra. He 
couldn't remove them with her hands held over her head 
like that, but he didn't need to just yet. He was 
standing close behind her, sliding his hands under the 
loose cups of her bra and fondling her breasts with both 
hands while she moaned and ground her thighs together. 
After a long moment, he slid one hand down over her 
belly and onto the front of her jeans.

"Do you want me to touch you here, too?" he asked, 
rubbing one finger up and down over her pubic mound. "I 
saw you touching yourself there, too, but you can't; 
your hands are tied to the balloons. Do you want me to 
touch you here for you?"

"Ohhh, yesss!" she gasped, opening her thighs for his 
hand. "But not through my pants; take them off for me, 
please, get them off and touch me naked!"

"Okay, Misty, I'll do it, but only on one condition." he 
said, whispering in her ear. "If I touch you naked, I 
want you to touch me naked, too. Will you do that for 
me?"

She hesitated only a second, and quickly agreed as he 
took his hands away and stopped touching her altogether.

"Okay, anything, I'll do it, just, please, Ian, don't 
stop touching me, I need it so bad!"

"Okay, Misty, we have a deal. "I'll touch you naked, and 
you touch me naked. We have a deal." He put his hands 
back on her lower belly, then undid the top button of 
her jeans. She was writhing her ass into his crotch now, 
unashamedly pressing herself into his hard maleness. He 
pushed her jeans down after unzipping them, then helped 
her step out of them after removing her sneakers as 
well.

He slid his hands up the outside of her bare legs, 
loving the feel of her smoothly shaved skin, then slid 
them down and inside her thighs, pulling them open and 
rubbing his hand over her pubic mound. He was surprised 
by the moisture he felt there, slicking it back and 
forth with two fingers.

"Ohh, Ian, take my panties off, too. Touch me naked, you 
promised!" she begged. He smiled to himself, then took 
his own pants off and let his erection press into her 
pantied ass. "Ian, you promised, touch me naked; you 
promised!" 

"And so I did." he said in her ear.

He rolled her waistband down, all the way to the crotch, 
then slid the roll of cotton down her legs and helped 
her step out of them, too. Again, he slid his hands up 
the outside of her legs, slower this time, then repeated 
his first gesture and slid them down inside her thighs, 
pulling them open. This time, he could feel the wispy 
pubes against his palm as he rubbed her, then slid two 
fingers into her slit, sliding them up and down her 
wetness.

He moved around her until he was facing her, still 
frigging her with his two fingers as she gasped and 
moaned.

"I want to kiss you Misty, can I kiss you?" he asked. 
His thumb found her clit and gently, oh so gently, 
pressed into it. She moaned, deep in her throat, and he 
didn't wait for her answer. He kissed her lips, probing 
his tongue between them and tasting her mouth.

She eagerly kissed him back, her thighs wide open for 
his questing hand, both her arms still straight up over 
her head.

He moved his mouth lower, taking one of her bare breasts 
in his mouth and flicking his tongue over her nipple. 
She writhed against him, loving the way it felt as he 
mouthed first one, then the other. He went to his knees 
before her, kissing his way down her belly, then through 
the little blonde strip of pubic hair, and finally 
licked her clit. She moaned out loudly at that liquid 
touch.

"Misty, if I let you down, are you going to want me to 
stop?" he asked.

"No, Ian, don't stop, don't ever stop!" she begged. 
"Leave me up here and keep doing it if letting me down 
means you're going to stop!"

"I'll let you down, Misty, I just wanted to make sure 
first." he told her. "I'll let you down, then I'll kiss 
you naked. Is that what you want me to do?"

"Ohh, YESSS!!" she said, begging evident in her tone.

"But you remember our deal, right? I touch you naked, 
and then you touch me naked, right?" 

"Yes, anything you want, just keep touching me! Please, 
Ian, just keep kissing me!"

"So if I kiss you naked, are you going to kiss me 
naked?"

"Oh, yesss, anything you want, just please don't stop!" 
she moaned. "I'll kiss you naked, I promise, fair is 
fair. Please take me down and kiss me naked!"

"Okay, Misty, I'm untying you now." he said, standing up 
again and touching her wrists. He helped her lower them 
to her sides, then sat her down in the chair with her 
ass pulled right to the front of the cushion as he went 
to his knees between her wide open thighs. He kissed her 
lower belly, then a little lower, and a little lower 
still. He could smell her musky odor and couldn't wait 
to taste her.

He pushed her legs up and set her feet right on the very 
edge of the chair, totally opening her to his gaze. He 
waited just a moment more, savoring the sight, then bent 
his head and put his mouth over her whole sex, tonguing 
her slit as deeply as he could. She tasted exquisite, 
even better than he had imagined. 

Her legs shot straight out as he did it, then curled 
around his neck and locked together over his shoulders, 
holding him in place. No need; he was right where he 
wanted to be. 

For the now anyway. He could hear Anne moaning loudly on 
the couch behind him, and knew she was going to be as 
easy to have as Misty proved to be. Right now, he was 
still enjoying Misty, though, and was in no hurry to 
finish with her just yet.

Misty was getting very close to coming, tho; she was 
really not used to the powerful sensations he was 
inspiring with his tongue on her clit and his fingers 
moving shallowly in and out of her. He could feel her 
hymen with every thrust of his finger inside her, and 
was supremely careful not to damage it. She was getting 
every thrill she needed from his external manipulations 
anyway.

With a loud cry and lifting her ass up off the seat, 
Misty came, flooding Ian's mouth with rich musky cream. 
He licked it all up, letting her come down as slowly as 
he could. He planned on her remembering this experience 
and using that memory to get his turn later.

When she had her breath back, he got up and looked down 
at her. Her belly was still heaving as she tried to get 
her breath back.

"Misty, you promised to kiss me naked." he said. She 
looked up at him, but didn't move. She looked a little 
apprehensive about the prospect. "Misty, you promised, 
didn't you?"

"Yes, Ian," she whispered. All she could look at was his 
throbbing red cock, bobbing up and down slightly.

"You don't have to do it right now." he said to her, and 
relief washed over her face.

"Oh, thank you!" she said, gratefully. "Thank you, thank 
you!"

"That doesn't mean never." he warned. "Someday, in the 
very near future, I'm going to whisper in your ear, and 
you're going to get down on your knees." he said. "When 
I whisper 'kiss me naked' in your ear, you're going to 
get down on your knees and get this" -he gestured at his 
cock- "You're going to get this out, and you're going to 
suck on it. You're going to suck on it, Misty, and 
you're going to make me come. You're going to make me 
come, just like I made you come, because fair is fair. 
Isn't that what you said, Misty? Fair is fair."

"Yes, Ian, fair is fair," she whispered. "I promised, 
and I will. I'll kiss you naked, I promised. Fair is 
fair."

"What else did you promise me, Misty? Did you promise me 
'anything'?"

"Yes." she whispered. She looked a little scared again. 
"Yes, I promised you anything, didn't I?"

"Do you know what anything means, Misty?" he asked. She 
whimpered and nodded. "Anything means this, doesn't it, 
Misty?" He went forward and rubbed his cockhead up and 
down her slit, letting her feel it right at the entrance 
to her pussy. "This is what 'anything' means, doesn't 
it?"

"Yes," she said. "Please, not that!" she begged. 
"Please, don't make me do that right now, don't do that 
to me right now?"

"Not right now, Misty, I won't do it right now." he told 
her, taking it away. "I'm going to do it when I whisper 
in your ear. What am I going to whisper, Misty?"

"Kiss me naked," she told him, in a barely audible 
voice.

"That's right, and if you still don't want to then, what 
am I going to say?" he asked. "What am I going to say 
that will make you know that you have to?" 

"Fair is fair," she whispered, looking crestfallen. 
"Fair is fair."

"That's right," he said. "And because 'fair is fair,', 
I'll kiss you naked again. You'd like that, wouldn't 
you? That would make it better, make it easier to obey, 
if I did it to you again. After all, fair is fair."

"Yes, fair is fair," she said, a lot more comfortable 
now. "Fair is fair. You did it to me, and I'll do it to 
you. Then I give you... everything... and you do it to 
me again." 

"That's just right, Misty, you'll remember when it's 
time. You'll know it's time when I whisper in your ear. 
When I whisper in your ear, Misty, when I whisper 'kiss 
me naked' in your ear." He stroked her face with his 
hand, then kissed her tenderly once more and turned 
away. Anne's moans were getting a little louder, and he 
had plans.

"Anne, can you hear me?" he asked, standing next to the 
couch and looking down at her. She was completely naked, 
her legs open wide as she worked three fingers in and 
out of her sopping wet pussy. She smelled musky and 
wonderful.

"Yesss, I can hear you, Ian, you're standing right next 
to me."

"What are you doing, Anne?" he asked.

"I'm touching myself to make me feel good," she said. 
"That's what I'm doing. That's what I'm doing..." she 
panted, frigging herself still.

"Is it working?" he asked, bemusedly.

"Not... not enough," she gasped. "it feels good, but I 
just can't come!"

"I could help you, Anne. Would you like that? Would you 
like me to help you come?"

"Oh, yes! Yes, Ian, I need your help, please help me 
come, please?" she begged. "I'm desperate, Ian, I really 
need your help!"

"How would you like me to help you, Anne? What do you 
want me to do?"

"I don't know, Ian, whatever you want! Just, please, do 
something! Anything! I can't stand it!" she gasped. Ian 
moved her legs aside and sat on the couch next to her.

"You don't mind if I get on the pillowbed with you, do 
you?" he asked, sitting down. "If you let me, I'll help 
you out."

"What do you need, Anne?" he asked, putting his hands on 
her face and making her look him right in the eye. "Tell 
me exactly what you want me to do."

"I... I want you to make me come," she whispered. 
"Please, make me come!"

"How?" he asked. "Tell me how you want me to do that."

"I don't knowwww!!" she wailed. "I haven't ever felt 
like this before, and I don't know how to make it stop!"

"Well, in that case, how about if I just start doing 
stuff, and if you don't like any of it, you can tell me 
to stop, and I will. But if I'm doing it right, and it 
feels good, I want you to tell me that, too." He put his 
hands on her bare breasts, fingering her nipples with 
the pads of his thumbs. 

"Ohh, yesss, Ian, I like that!" she sighed, relaxing and 
leaning back on the couch. "Keep doing it just like 
that!"

"What about like this?" he asked, then bent his head and 
took her whole small breast in his mouth, while still 
playing with her other one with his hand.

"Ohh, yeah, that's even better!" she moaned, putting his 
hands on his head. A moment later, he shifted his mouth 
over to the other one, and simultaneously pulled her 
sideways on the couch, laying her back onto the arm of 
it. His hands went down her belly, then opened her legs 
as he got up, shifting her right leg to the other side 
of him.

"Ian, I like that very much," she whispered, feeling his 
hand moving down even lower on her belly. "I want you to 
touch me down there. It feels really nice!"

He sat up, looking at her as his hands caressed her 
inner thighs, urging them further and further open. She 
rested one on the top of the couch and put the other 
flat on the floor.

"Like this?" he asked, rubbing her pussy and sliding a 
finger inside her.

"Ohhh, Ian, yes, just like that!" she sighed. "Ohh, yes, 
just like that!"

"Anne, are you a virgin?" he asked, knowing that his 
finger was much deeper inside Anne than it ever could 
have gone into Misty without rupturing her hymen.

"Wh-what?" she asked. "Yes, of course I am! What sort of 
slut do you take me for?"

"You're not a slut, Anne, not at all," he reassured her. 
"I would never think such a thing about you!"

"Oh, good, thanks, Ian. You're so nice to me," she said. 
"Thanks for helping me like this, too, everything you're 
doing feels sooo nice!"

"I'm glad, Anne, I really like helping you like this, 
too," he said. "Can I try something else?"

"Oh, sure, Ian, I trust you completely. You can do 
anything you want!"

"Well, you like the way my finger feels, right?" he 
asked. "How about if I try something bigger? Something 
that will feel better? Something that will go deeper?"

"Uhh, okay," she said. "I'm ready for it. I need 
something bigger and deeper. That would really make me 
feel great!"

"Okay, Anne, here it is," he said, taking his hand away, 
them laying down on top of her. His cock went unerringly 
to her ready hole, and he pressed it gently into her.

She gasped loudly as he penetrated her tightness. She 
groaned out loud as he put a little more in, then gasped 
as he pulled it almost all the way out.

"Do you like it?" he asked. He was panting himself, 
feeling the slick tightness of her heat soaking into the 
flesh of his cock as he put it back in once more. It was 
halfway inside her now.

"Ohh, yesss!" she hissed. "That's the best thing I ever 
felt in my life!"

"So you want me to do it some more?" he said, rocking it 
in and out, going a little deeper with each stroke. "Do 
you want me to get the whole thing inside you?"

"You mean that's not all of it? There's more?" she 
gasped, breathing in short little bursts. "Hell, yeah, I 
want more! Give it to me!"

"Okay, Anne, anything to help!" he said, then pushed it 
the rest of the way in. She writhed under him as her 
legs came together at the small of his back. "I like 
helping you Anne, anytime you need a hand like this, 
please ask me first!" he said.

She tried to speak, but he dragged it out and sank it in 
again, faster and faster, and could only gasp 
desperately for breath as he fucked her. Soon, she was 
coming as hard as she ever had, wordlessly screaming out 
her ecstasy. He kept it up for a long moment, making 
sire she achieved her maximum pleasure, then pulled out 
and sat up between her open legs once again.

A few minutes later, the color had receded from her 
face, and her breathing was somewhat normal again, and 
her eyes opened. The first thing she saw was Ian's erect 
cock, sticking straight out of his groin.

"Anne, now I need your help," he said, painfully. 
"Please, help me!"

"What do you want me to do?" she asked, somewhat 
fearfully.

"I need you to make me come," he said. "Please, Anne, I 
helped you; you have to help me!"

"I don't know how," she whispered. "I want to help, but 
what do I do? I'll do anything you want after what you 
just did for me."

"Try putting your hand on it," he suggested. "I'll show 
you how to move it."

"Okay," she said, putting her hand up. He caught it, and 
curled her fist around it. Her hand was to small to 
fully close all the way around on it. He held hers in 
his, and slowly moved it back and forth, un and down on 
his length.

"Ohh, that's nice, Anne, I love the way your hand feels 
on me," he sighed. A few moments later, he spoke up 
again. "It's not enough, Anne, it's not going to make me 
come."

"What else should I do, Ian? How can I help you?"

"Ohh, I know what might work, but I don't know if you'll 
do it." he told her. "Some girls think it's too dirty."

"What, Ian, tell, me, I'll do anything!" she said 
vehemently. "I'll do anything, I promise!"

"Well, it would feel really good if you could suck on 
it," he said. "I don't want you to do anything you're 
not comfortable with, though."

"I told you I'd do anything to help, Ian, and I meant 
it." she said. Even... even that." She sat up and pulled 
her legs under her, getting into a more comfortable 
position. She was a lot closer to it now, and it looked 
a lot more intimidating this close up. "Ian, I don't 
know how."

"That's okay, every girl has a first time," he said. "I 
know you'll try real hard to do it right."

"Tell me what I should do," she said. "I'll do whatever 
you want."

"Give it a kiss," he said, putting his hand on the back 
of her head. "Give it a kiss, then take the head of it 
into your mouth and suck on it." he told her. "No teeth, 
though."

"Oh, okay," she said, then let him pull her face even 
closer to it. She puckered her lips as his cockhead 
brushed up against them. 

"Give it a lick," he suggested, and her tongue snaked 
out and licked the very tip of it. He used that 
opportunity to pull her head a little closer, and she 
allowed it to enter her mouth. "Ohh, Anne, yeah!" he 
sighed. "Now suck on it a little."

She did as he asked, letting him push even more of it in 
her mouth, and he saw her cheeks hollowed in some as she 
applied the suction he requested.

"Ohh, Anne, yeah, just like that," he moaned. "Do it a 
little faster, please."

She let him dictate the pace as he guided her head back 
and forth on his cock, feeding her about half of it with 
each stroke. Her hand still gripped the base of it, and 
after just a few minutes, she felt it start to throb in 
time with his heartbeat.

"Ohh, Anne, that's it, I'm... I'm almost there... Oh, 
GOODDD, Anne, I'm going to COME!!" 

Suddenly, her mouth filled to overflowing with hot, 
salty thick fluid, shocking her. She tried to move her 
head back, but he had both hands twined through her 
hair, holding her in place.

"Swallow it!" he moaned, so she did her best to choke it 
down, even though most of it spilled out the sides of 
her mouth, dripping onto her bare breasts. It kept 
coming, spurting out in burst after burst. She did her 
best to keep up with it, wanting desperately to please 
him, but her face and chest was a sloppy mess when he 
finally released her.

She coughed and wiped her chin with the heel of her hand 
as he smiled down at her. She looked up at him, worried 
that he was going to be displeased with her performance.

"Anne, that was wonderful," he said. "Thank you so 
much."

"I did okay?" she asked, sounding surprised.

"You did wonderful for your first time," he said, 
beaming down at her. 

"Next time, I'll do it better," she promised.

"Next time?" he asked. "There's going to be a next 
time?"

"Well, only if you want," she said. "I can understand if 
you don't want me to do it again. I didn't even come 
close to swallowing it all." She looked down at her come 
spattered chest, ashamed. "I promise, I'll do it a LOT 
better next time."

"I'll tell you what," he said. "Anytime you want to 
practice, I promise I'll let you."

"Wow, thanks, Ian, you're the greatest!" she said, 
giving him a hug. "You really helped me tonight; I came 
harder than I ever have before!"

"Well, since you're willing to practice whenever I want, 
I'm more than happy to help you out, too," he said, 
generously. "Are you ready to go to home now?"

"Home?" she asked.

"Well, yeah, I don't want your parents to get worried 
about you." She laughed. "Silly, I already told them I'm 
spending the night at Misty's house."

"Oh, yeah, Misty!" he said, looking guiltily across the 
room. He's forgotten all about the other girl. She was 
sleeping comfortably on the floor, curled up on the 
carpet, her shirt still open and her bra all askew.

"I'll call her parents and explain," he said, going over 
to a phone on the wall by the door to the upstairs. 
"I'll tell them that you're both here, and safe, and 
that you fell asleep watching movies." He picked it up 
and looked at Anne for the number. She told it to him, 
and he dialed it. A woman picked it up on the first 
ring.

"Hello? Misty?" she said.

"No, ma'am, but Misty and Anne are here," he said. "My 
name is Ian McCallister, and I wanted to let you know 
that they are both safe and okay."

"Who?" she asked, suspiciously. "Ian McCallister? The 
boy in their class?"

"Yes, ma'am, we met on the class trip last spring. I 
remember you; you chaperoned us on the trip to the 
Museum."

"I remember you," she said. "You're the boy who knew 
about Rembrandt's life, and his flower garden."

"Yes, ma'am, that's me," he said, somewhat sheepishly.

"Well, what are the girl's doing at your house? They 
were supposed to come straight here after the talent 
show."

"I had an act in the show, and they graciously helped me 
bring some of my props back here." he said. "If I had 
known that they weren't allowed to help me, I would have 
refused them and made the several trips myself."

"Oh, well, as long as they were helping..." she said, 
somewhat mollified.

"Yes, ma'am, and then I offered to let them watch a 
movie with me, and they fell asleep halfway through. 
They are both in our guest bedroom right now. You can 
come get them if you like, the address here is 1420 
North Wincher Way."

"Are they both sleeping?" Mrs. Walker asked. "I guess 
they can stay there for the night if they are. Please 
send them right home first thing in the morning, 
though."

"Yes ma'am," he agreed, smiling. "You can stay the 
night." he mouthed to Anne, and she grinned from ear to 
ear. "First thing in the morning. That's about 10 am 
around this house." he said into the phone.

"So I'll expect them about 11, then." she replied. 
"Thanks for taking care of them, Ian, and say "hello" to 
your father for me." The woman hung up before he could 
reply to that last. He hung up, too.

Anne was looking at the mostly naked girl sleeping on 
the floor. "What happened to her? Why are her clothes 
all messed up?" she asked.

"Oh, she fell over the waterfall onto the pillowbed, 
too, and I had to help her," Ian explained. "Sort of 
like I helped you."

"Oh." Anne said, in a small voice. "I thought I was the 
only one." He grinned at her and slipped his hands 
around her waist, pulling her in for a kiss. She tried 
to resist his advances, but then gave in and let him 
kiss her.

"Anne, I helped her before I helped you." he said. 
"Almost the same way, but only with touching and 
kissing." he said. "You are the only one who helped me, 
though. For that, you have my eternal gratitude." He 
kissed her again, sliding his hands down to her ass and 
pulling her tight against him. She could feel him 
getting hard again, up against her belly.

"Ooh, I can feel that," she said, coyly. "Looks like 
we'll be able to "help" each other out again, too."

"I'm not going to let her sleep on the floor like that." 
he said. "What sort of friend would I be if I did that? 
Besides, I told her mother I would keep a good eye on 
her." he said, glancing over at Misty. "We're going to 
have to share my bed with her."

"Does that mean we can't fool around?" Anne asked, 
pouting.

"We can still fool around," he grinned. "You just have 
to not be so jealous, that's all."

"What do you mean?" she asked. "I'm not jealous; I just 
want you all for myself."

"Oh," he said. "Then you have to be not so selfish."

"SELFISH??" she nearly shouted. "I'm not being selfish!"

"Oh, really?" he smirked at her. "Are you my girlfriend, 
then? Am I your boyfriend? Have we made any promises to 
each other?"

"Well, no." Anne admitted.

"And if we're fooling around, and Misty wakes up, am I 
not supposed to help her, either? You're the only one 
allowed to feel that way? he asked. Anne suddenly looked 
ashamed of herself.

"Well..." she said.

"I'll make you a deal," he said. "I'll let you and Misty 
be the only two girls I help out like this, okay?"

"Just me and her?" Anne grinned. "Okay, I like that 
idea."

"Good, let's get her into my bed, then," he said, going 
over and picking her up. Anne pulled her blouse and bra 
off, setting them beside the chair with the jeans and 
panties. Ian carried the naked girl into his room and 
put her on the bed after Anne has pulled the blankets 
and sheet back.

"Oh, goody, you have a nice big bed," she said. "Plenty 
of room for all three of us."

"Yeah, I found this bed at a garage sale last summer, 
and since I have all this room for it, I figured 'why 
not?' The price was right."

Ian was in the middle, between Anne and Misty. Misty was 
still asleep, but Anne was wide awake, and getting horny 
again. Having Ian playing with her nipples probably had 
something to do with that. She moaned deep in her 
throat, feeling his hand move south down her belly. She 
opened her legs for his hand, then tugged at him to get 
him to roll on top of her.

"Never mind doing it with your finger first," she told 
him. "I want that other thing you used last time. The 
big thing."

He got on top of her, grinning at her. "You got it, 
babe." he said, kissing her. She could feel it poking at 
her down there, but it wasn't quite lined up like it was 
last time, and her legs were not open nearly as wide.

"Reach down and put it inside you." he grunted, so she 
did as he asked. As soon as she had it in her hand, she 
realized what it was and horror filled her.

"Wait, this is what it was last time?" she asked, her 
voice catching and breaking a little. "You put your... 
thing inside me?"

"What did you think it was?" he asked. "Of course that's 
what it was."

"But... but that means... that means I'm not a virgin 
anymore." her voice broke as she started to cry.

"No, Anne, you're not a virgin anymore," he said, 
gently. "I'm glad you let me be your first, though."

"Oh, nooo, oh, noo!" she sobbed. "How could you do this 
to me!"

"Anne, you wanted it!" he said. "You were begging me to 
help you any way I could! I just did what you asked me 
to do!"

"I know," she sobbed. "but I didn't know what I was 
asking for."

"Yes, you did." he retorted. "Deep inside, you knew what 
you were doing. You were just too lost in passion to 
stop yourself. Isn't that right?"

She nodded wordlessly against his chest, still crying 
for her lost innocence. She had been saving herself for 
her husband, someday far in the future, and now all that 
was gone.

"Does this mean I have to stop now?" he asked, letting 
her feel his whole length, still rock hard against her 
belly.

"Oh, Ian, I'm sorry," she said, her voice full of tears. 
"I'm just not... I'm not..."

"It's okay," he said softly, kissing her brow and 
rolling off her. "It's okay, sweetie, I'll take care of 
myself this time, I understand, I really do."

Her tears stopped of a sudden. "What do you mean, take 
care of yourself?" she asked.

"I mean I'm going to masturbate," he said. "You just go 
to sleep. It's okay."

"If that's what you want," she said, hesitantly. "Or, I 
could practice again..."

"Do you want to?" he asked. "I figured if you didn't 
want to fuck anymore, you wouldn't want to suck it 
either."

"Oh, Ian, do you think I'm being silly?" she whispered. 
"I mean, it's a little too late, right? I can't go back 
to being a virgin anymore, can I? So I might as well do 
it."

"No, Anne, you'll never be a virgin again." he said. 
"But I don't think you're silly for not wanting it again 
right away, even if I do." He smiled down at her. "I'd 
love it if you would "practice" some more, tho."

"Ian, if you want to put it back inside me first, that 
would be okay." she whispered. "It felt REALLY good last 
time, and I'd like to feel that again."

"Okay, Anne, I'd like that, too." he said, getting 
between her thighs once more as she opened them for him. 
This time, she reached down without him having to tell 
her and grabbed him in her little hand, placing him at 
her opening.

He thrust it inside, for she was still wet from their 
last coupling, and she moaned at the sensations he 
provoked with her. He increased his rhythm slowly, but 
steadily, until he was pounding it into her as hard as 
he could, over and over, rocking the bed. They were so 
vigorous that they woke Misty up, although they didn't 
notice at first.

She was so shocked at what her two good friends were 
doing that she could just lay there beside them. She 
could smell the sex as they fucked, and the rocking of 
the bed was making her horny, too. Her hand crept down 
between her legs and found she was already wet down 
there, really, really wet. Her fingers slid over her 
clit, and her other hand was playing with her nipples as 
her two best friends fucked right next to her. It was 
making her really hot to know what they were doing, and 
she could hardly keep from moaning out loud as she felt 
an orgasm approaching.

"Oh, Anne, get ready." Ian gasped. "I'm almost there 
again. Get ready!"

Misty was wondering what Anne was supposed to get ready 
for when suddenly Ian scooted up in the bed, straddling 
her friend's belly. She saw him thrust his cock- his 
really BIG cock- straight at Anne's mouth, and to her 
complete shock, she saw Anne open up and take the head 
of it between her lips. Ian's fist pumped up and down 
the length of it, once, twice, and then it pulled back 
just enough to let Misty see him squirt a whole bunch of 
white stuff out of it directly into the blonde's mouth. 

Anne quickly swallowed it, then opened her mouth for 
more, but Ian's stroking had pulled it to the side a 
little, and his second spurt splattered across her 
friend's cheek and getting into her hair. Some of it 
even splashed onto Misty's face, as she was laying right 
beside her.

Misty closed her eyes, and the last thing she saw was 
Anne taking it into her mouth again to make sure that 
none of the rest of it was spilled. She pretended to be 
asleep as Ian rolled back between them, sighing 
contentedly.

"Misty? Are you still sleeping?" he whispered. "Did we 
wake you up?"

She considered playing possum, but then decided to 
answer.

"I'm awake," she whispered. "What did you guys just do?"

"I think you know," he said, sitting up onto his elbow 
and looking down at her. "How does it make you feel?"

"You guys really DID it?" she asked, sitting up in the 
bed. The covers fell down to her lap, and she snatched 
them back up, realizing her chest had just been exposed 
to his sight.

"That was the second time," Ian said, grinning.

"Misty?" Anne said, also sitting up in the bed. She 
didn't bother pulling up the covers to hide herself, and 
Misty couldn't look away from the sight of her best 
friend's bare breasts on open display like that. "Are 
you okay?"

"Of course I am," she said, looking at Anne. "I'm not 
the one who just fucked a boy and let him come in my 
mouth."

"You could be," Ian joked, and Misty snorted a laugh. 

"Yeah, right, you wish," she said. "I'm a virgin, and 
I'm staying that way."

"Are you sure that's what you want?" Ian asked, stroking 
his fingers down Misty's bare back, then back up again. 
His fingers felt really good on her skin, and she didn't 
do anything to make him stop.

"I don't know," she said truthfully. "Anne, are you 
sorry you did it?"

"Oh, Misty, it's the best thing I ever felt." Anne told 
her. "I think you should let him." Anne couldn't believe 
what she just said, but didn't know how to take it back. 
The last thing she wanted was to let Ian do THAT with 
anyone else, but at the same time, she wanted to be able 
to share everything with her best friend, Misty.

"But what about saving ourselves for our husbands?" 
Misty asked. "I thought that was our plan?"

"Well, plans change, sometimes, Misty. I don't regret a 
minute of it."

"Ian? Would you want to do... THAT.. with me?" Misty 
asked in a very quiet voice. "If Anne says it's okay 
with her, of course..."

"Oh, Misty, are you sure?" Ian asked, gently pulling 
down the covers to expose her titties again. His hand 
went from her shoulder and cupped one, his thumb rubbing 
the nipple erect. "Because I would love nothing more 
than to share this with you, too."

"I... well, yes." said Misty, letting Ian lay her down 
on her back. He bent over and kissed her on the lips, 
his hand still fondling her breasts. "I knew I was going 
to do it for the first time in a boy's apartment. I just 
didn't know it would be you."

Anne pulled the covers down, exposing all three naked 
bodies to the warm summer night air. Ian moved his head 
down and began kissing Misty's bare breasts, flicking 
his tongue over the girl's sensitive nipples. 

Misty arched her back, then let Ian pull her thighs 
apart and move between them. She could feel his hardness 
laying full length on her lower belly like a bar of hot 
iron, then it slid down as he shifted his hips back.

Anne had crawled down to the foot of the bed, hoping to 
see what it looked like as Ian put it inside her best 
friend, then saw that he was having trouble finding her 
tight little opening on his own. She snaked her hand up 
and grasped him, pushing it into place. Ian looked over 
his shoulder at her, then winked. Anne blushed.

Ian could feel how wet Misty was. After all, he has just 
gone down on her and made her come less than an hour 
before. He thrust his hips forward lightly and felt 
Misty's tightness spread open to accept him inside, just 
the head of it. It was resting against her papery 
membrane, and she started to protest, knowing that her 
virginity was about to end, but then he cocked his hips 
forward and shoved through, burying half his length into 
her.

Misty, shrieked, feeling the tearing sensation inside 
herself, inside her very most private area, and a single 
tear rolled down her cheek. Ian drew it back a little, 
then sank it fully inside the girl, causing her to arch 
her back once more at the way it felt. 

The pain was gone, replaced by an overwhelming itch, an 
itch she knew could only be scratched by more of the 
delicious friction as he pistoned in and out of her. He 
fulfilled that admirably for her, sawing his cock in and 
out of the tightness, pumping his hips faster and faster 
as Misty began gasping for breath on the verge of 
orgasm.

Ian could take it no more as Misty had her climax, and 
he didn't want to get either of these two girls 
pregnant, so he pulled it out and quickly mover up, 
straddling her belly, just as he had done to Anne twice 
already.

"Get ready, Misty." he said, pushing it at her mouth. 
She had seen what Anne had done for him, and didn't want 
to be thought less, so she opened her mouth and let him 
insert it between her lips.

"Fair is fair," she thought to herself, and somehow that 
made all this okay. He blasted his first load right into 
the back of her throat as he grabbed her hair and pulled 
her mouth all the way onto his spasming cock. She had no 
choice but to swallow it or choke, but he relented with 
the next couple, allowing her to lay her head back on 
the pillow with just the head of it between her lips. 
She could taste how thick and salty his spunk was, but 
she wasn't grossed out. She had just seen Anne do the 
same thing, except she hadn't choked on it, and sucked 
at his cock to get the last remaining dollops out.

Ian groaned and rolled onto his side as Anne crawled up 
beside him. Both girls snuggled up to him as he fell 
asleep, finally spent after that last bout between 
Misty's thighs.

The next morning, he awoke to the feel of his rock hard 
cock engulfed in some warm wetness. He looked around, 
but couldn't see either of the girls. He heard a giggle, 
and lifted the blankets, looking down the length of his 
body.

To his great surprise, he saw both girls kneeling on 
either side of him, taking turns sucking on him.

"Let me have another turn, Anne," Misty said, then one 
mouth was replaced by another.

He was really surprised, because after their sleep, 
there was no way these girls were still under the 
effects of his hypnosis. They were doing this of their 
own volition.

"Good morning, ladies," he said. The mouth immediately 
disappeared off his cock, and the girls scooted up to 
lay next to him. He put his arms out to the sides as 
they both snuggled in to him, and he kissed them, first 
Anne on the mouth, then Misty.

"Good morning, Ian," they said in unison.

"Did you like the way we woke you up?" Anne asked. "It 
was Misty's idea."

"Oh, yes, girls, thank you so much!" he said, kissing 
them again. Misty was first this time. "Do you know what 
time it is?"

"It's time for us to finish what we started," Anne said, 
starting to slide back down.

"Not so fast, little lady!" he said, catching her under 
the arms and pulling her back up. "We need to talk a 
little, first."

"Okay, Ian," she said, snuggling into his side once 
more. "What are we going to talk about?"

"Do you know, Misty? What do you think I could possibly 
need to talk to you two about that's more important than 
getting my cock sucked by the two most beautiful girls I 
could ever hope for?"

"I don't know, Ian." Misty said. "What?"

"Well, how about the fact that yesterday, when we all 
got here, doing this would have been the last thing you 
two would ever have considered? What has changed 
overnight?"

"Oh, Ian, don't you remember?" Anne asked, blushing. 
"Last night, we... both of us... you... we..."

"What are you trying to say, Anne. Just say it!"

"Ian, last night, you had sex with both of us!" Misty 
said. "We went all the way!"

"Both of you?" he asked, letting some wonder creep into 
his voice. "Does this mean... does it mean I have two 
girlfriends now?"

"Do you want it to?" Anne asked, with bated breath. She 
wanted his answer to be yes more than anything in the 
world.

"Oh, Anne, Misty, I don't know what to say." he said, a 
little choked up. "You two are my best friends; I 
wouldn't like anything more if you would be my girls and 
we could do this forever."

"That's what we want, too, Ian." Misty. "We talked about 
this morning, and we don't mind sharing."

"Right." Anne agreed. "Are we done talking now?"

"I think we covered everything, yeah." he said. "Why? 
Were you two thinking of continuing with what you 
started?"

"Yup, you guessed it!" Misty crowed, starting to slither 
back down under the covers. Anne was doing the same 
thing on the other side, and he let them go this time. 
Soon, they were both taking turns sucking on his again.

"Guess which one of us is doing it now?" Misty said, and 
another mouth slid down his erect pole.

"That's Anne." he said confidently. The mouth slid back 
up, and another went down on him. "That's you, Misty." 
It came off him again. Another set of lips enclosed just 
the head. "That's you again, Misty."

"How did you know?" Anne asked.

"I was right, wasn't I?" he replied.

"Yeah, that was me again." Misty said. "How did you 
know, though?"

"What do I get for being right?" he asked,

"Are you ready?" he asked her, after her chest was clear 
of the largest part of his mess. He held out his hand 
and helped her to her feet. "Where is a mirror we can 
use?" he asked her. "A nice, full length one would be 
best. You wouldn't want to try to look at double D's in 
a pocket sized mirror, would you?"

"No, we wouldn't!" she said. "Come on, the biggest one 
in the house is on the wall in the dining room." she 
said. She took his hand and practically dragged him into 
the next room. He stopped her, then put his hands over 
her eyes, and led her over to the front of the mirror.

"Are you ready?" he asked. "I can see your big, 
beautiful breasts, but that's because I worked the 
spell. Only you can tell me if it really worked or not. 
If you can't see them; if you just see yourself as you 
normally looked this morning, then it didn't work 
because you lost concentration while I was trying to 
fuck your tits bigger, and my magic will be gone." He 
took his hands away and let her see.

Her face went white as a ghost, and tears started to 
form. "Oh, no." she whispered. "Where are they?"

"What do you see?" he asked her. "Turn around and let me 
see." he said. She seemed rooted to the spot, so her put 
his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him.

"Oh, no, my magic!" he whispered. "It didn't work!"

"I'm sorry!" she sobbed. "It just felt so good while you 
were doing it! I must have lost concentration!" Tears 
streamed down her face, and he hugged her to him, 
wrapping his arms around her and holding her close.

"Shhh, shhhh, don't cry." he whispered in her ear. "It's 
not your fault, it's really not."

"But I tried, I really did." she cried, her arms 
creeping around his back.

"Kim, I want you listen to me." he said. "I'm going to 
count up to five, and with each number I say, you are 
going to come back here, to your house, and when I say 
the last number, you are going to be fully awake and 
alert, and you are going to remember everything that 
happened today. Ready? One, two, three, four, five."

She stiffened in his arms, then pushed him away. "What's 
going on? Why am I naked?" He smiled at her, watching 
realization and horror flooding into her face as she 
remembered everything that had just taken place. "Ohhh, 
ohh, nooo!!" she cried, fresh tears streaming down her 
face. She turned and fled out of the room. He heard a 
door slam upstairs a moment later, then went into the 
living room and put his shorts and shirt back on. He 
picked up her panties and stuffed then in his back 
pocket, and sat on the couch, whistling a happy little 
tune.

Anne and Misty came down together a moment later and saw 
him sitting on the couch.

"What did you do to Kim?" Anne asked him, curious. 
"She's in her room, bawling her eyes out.

"I proved to her that I didn't rape you." he said.

"But why is she crying?" Misty asked. Her eyes fell to 
the pile of clothes resting on the floor by the Lazyboy. 
"Ohh, nooo, tell me you didn't?" she breathed.

"She was begging me to." he said, smiling. "How was I to 
refuse a beautiful girl like that, laying on her back 
with her legs wide open, begging me to fuck her? She 
even sucked me hard first." He shrugged his shoulders. 
"I just couldn't say no. It wouldn't have been right to 
leave her in that state of need, would it? Just like I 
helped both of you last night."

"I guess not," Anne murmured. "That was like torture, 
not being able to come."

"Yeah, it sure was." Misty agreed. "But if you fucked 
her and made her come, why is she crying like that?"

"She was a virgin." Anne answered. "I got pretty upset 
last night when I found out I'd gone all the way, too."

"Well, so was I, until last night." Misty said. "It was 
a big deal then, but not anymore. She'll get over it."

"Come on, Ian, let's go talk to her." Anne said. "I'm 
sure if you do it with her again, she'll come around and 
see that's it's not the end of the world."

"I'll help, too." Misty volunteered. "Besides, I'm 
getting horny again."

"Misty, I think that's going to be your perpetual 
condition, now that I've opened you up to this kind of 
thing." Ian laughed.

"Haha, yeah, remember how shy you were up on stage?" 
Anne laughed. "I bet you could do a hell of a show, 
now!"

"I bet the two of you could put on one hell of a show 
together." Ian said quietly. "In fact, I'd really like 
to see one, later."

"Ooohhh, that sounds fun." Anne sighed, smiling. "How 
about it, Misty, want to give Ian a show with me?"

"Yeah, but it has to be a private show." she said. "No 
way am I ever getting up on a stage again, ever."

"Come on, you guys, let's go check on Kim and make sure 
she's okay." Anne said, leading the way toward the 
stairs. "Ian, would you give us about 10 minutes before 
coming in?"

"Yeah, you bet, Anne. Anything you say." he agreed. 
"I'll just wait in the hall, and you can call me in 
whenever you're ready for me."

The trio of friends went up the stairs together, and the 
two girls went into Kim's room, not bothering to knock 
on her door. Ian waited outside like he had agreed and 
listened to everything they said, as Misty had left it 
slightly ajar.

"Hey big sister, are you okay?" Anne asked Kim, sitting 
on the bed with her. Kim was huddled up under the 
covers, hugging her knees to her chest and staring into 
space.

"Oh, Anne, it was terrible!" Kim said, her voice barely 
audible. "He made me do everything I said I wasn't going 
to do." Her voice cracked, and tears began to flow once 
more.

"Like what?" Misty asked. "What did you say you were not 
going to do?"

"I told him there was no possible way I would ever beg 
him to fuck me." she whispered, ashamed. "And I did. I 
got right down on my knees and asked him to do it to me! 
And you know what's worse? In order to get him to agree, 
I had to suck on his... on his..."

"Did you like it?" Anne asked. "I did it last night, 
too, and it was awesome!"

"You liked it?" Kim asked, her voice full of wonder. 
"You actually liked doing it, in... in your mouth?"

"I sure did, Kim." Anne told her. "Misty did, too, 
didn't you Misty?"

"It was the greatest!" said the little blonde. "I love 
the taste of his come, and I can't wait for him to do it 
again!"

"You let him... finish... in your mouth?" Kim asked, not 
believing her ears.

"Oh, yeah, Kim, that's the best part!" Anne told her.

"What's it taste like?" Kim asked. She was starting to 
come out of her shell, a little.

"It's, uh, like, salty, and musky, at the same time." 
Anne said.

"It's man flavored," Misty offered. "And I can't wait to 
taste it again!"

"You already said that." Anne smiled. "You little slut."

"Not really, just Ian's slut," Misty smiled back. "As if 
you're not?"

"Oh, no, I am," Anne agreed. "He can do me anywhere he 
wants, any time he wants. That makes me his slut, too, 
right?"

"What the hell is it about him?" Kim asked. "Why would 
you two want to demean yourselves like this?"

"It's not demeaning, Kim." Anne said. "It's about how he 
makes us feel. When he fucked you, did it feel good?"

"It did," Kim admitted, blushing. "It was the best thing 
I've ever felt in my whole life!"

"And wouldn't you like to feel that again?" Misty asked. 
"What would you give to have that feeling back?"

"Ohh, anything!" Kim sighed, remembering the ecstasy and 
rapture she had felt just a short time ago.

"Anything? Really?" Misty asked. "Really? Because we can 
arrange it, right now."

"How?" Kim asked. "I already sent him home."

"I didn't go home," Ian said, stepping around the corner 
and entering the room. "I couldn't leave without knowing 
you were okay."

"You!" she said, her voice full of venom. "Get out of my 
room, right now!"

"No, Ian, please stay," Anne said, countermanding her 
older sister. "Kim needs you right now, even if she 
doesn't know it yet."

"I don't need anything from that son of a bitch." she 
said flatly.

"Waterwheel, Kim," Ian said, and both of the girls were 
astonished to see Kim appear to fall asleep as soon as 
the words were out of his mouth.

"What did you just do to her?" Anne asked, fascinated. A 
thought suddenly crossed her mind. "Can you do that to 
us?"

"Later," he said. "First I have to make Kim okay again."

"Cool!" Misty breathed. "I can't wait!"

"Kim, can you hear me?" he asked. She nodded her head, 
lifting it up to look at him. "What do you want to say 
to me?" The redhead's face contorted, and a tear began 
to trickle down her face.

"You tricked me," she said, her voice cracking with 
emotion. "It wasn't fair; you tricked me!"

"Not really, if you think about it," he said. "You 
tricked yourself, didn't you?"

"What?" she asked.

"You did," he told her. "You have a self image problem 
with your breast size, even though they are perfect, by 
the way, and you let yourself believe that they could be 
changed somehow, changed by magic to fit some artificial 
ideal that Hollywood and Madison Ave have sold you on."

"I know," she whispered. "I wanted them so bad, though."

"I know you did," he agreed. "You know what I'm going to 
do for you right now?"

"No," she said. "You can't do anything. You lost your 
magic."

"I never had any magic," he said. "I don't need magic, 
because it's not real." He took his hands and cupped her 
breasts. "You don't need bigger breasts, Kim. They are 
perfect just the way they are right now." He thumbed her 
nipples for a moment, feeling them swell and become 
erect, then let them go.

"No, they're not," she said. "Bobby Norton won't look at 
me twice because they're too small."

"Bobby Norton is a goddamn fool!" he said bluntly. "Any 
man would be lucky to go out with you."

"I don't want just any man," she said. "I want him."

"Why?" he asked her. "What's so special about having him 
date you?"

"So that all the other girls will be jealous of me," she 
whispered. "Nobody notices me at all, but if I had him, 
they all would see me and want to BE me."

"The way you want to be one of them," he said. She 
nodded.

"Kim, do you think you are pretty?" he asked her. She 
shook her head.

"No. I'm flat-chested and my nipples stick out like a 
freak show." she replied. "You saw them. They're too 
long."

"They are beautiful, Kim," he said. "Do you think I 
would have made up an elaborate lie like that to fuck 
you if you were really a freak?"

All three of them could see that that gave her pause.

"Then why did you do it?" she asked. "Did you do it to 
make a fool of me? Because that's what I feel like; a 
fool who fell for the first good lie that came along and 
opened up my legs like some hussy."

"You're no fool, either, Kim. Think how elaborate that 
lie was to get you to do it. I had to spend over an hour 
getting you to believe that lie." he said. "And believe 
me when I say that it was time well spent, too. You're a 
beautiful girl, Kim. No, make that, a beautiful woman. I 
made you into a woman today, didn't I?"

"Yes, I'm a woman now," she said, a little wonder in her 
voice.

"A beautiful woman, Kim. Say it."

"I'm a beautiful woman," she repeated. "You think I'm 
really beautiful?"

"Better than that, Kim, I think you're perfect." he told 
her. "I think you're perfect in every way. You're smart, 
and beautiful, and I bet you love to laugh."

"She does," Anne said. "Oh, you should see her laughing, 
Ian, her whole being seems like it's full of light."

"I would love to see that, Anne," he said. "What's the 
best way to get her laughing?"

"Well, I happen to know she's ticklish." Anne said, her 
voice teasing.

"Really?" asked Ian. "Is that true, Kim? Are you 
ticklish?"

"Please don't tickle me!" pleaded the redhead. "Oh, I 
can't stand being tickled!"

"Okay, I promise," Ian said. "If I promise not to tickle 
you, would you let me make love to you again?"

"You want to do that with me again?" she asked, 
surprised.

"Of course I do," he said. "After all, you are a 
beautiful woman with a perfect body. I bet there's a lot 
of guys on Campus who would kill for a chance with you."

"No, there's not," she retorted. "Not one guy has asked 
me out all year."

"I find that a little hard to believe, Kim," he said.

"It's true. You're the only guy who has ever said the 
things you said to me. Ever."

"Really?" he said, surprised. "I guess I know where I'll 
be going to college next year. It sounds like every guy 
at your school is a total fucking retard about what a 
beautiful girl is." He paused. "And they have no idea 
that brains are every bit as important in a real 
relationship than appearance."

She giggled at that. "You might be right, Ian." she 
said. "Jenny McAdams may look like she does, but she's 
dumb as rocks."

"Ohh, Anne, you were so right!" he said. "When she 
smiles, it lights up the whole room!"

"It sure does," Misty whispered. "I wish I could do 
that!"

"Now I know you guys are teasing me." Kim said, 
scowling. "Nobody is jealous of anything about me."

"Yes they are," Ian told her. "Anne, do you want me to 
fuck you again, right now?"

"Ohh, yes, of course," Anne squealed, delighted. "Goody 
goody!"

"How about you, Misty? Want me to take you from behind 
again? You really seemed to enjoy that position last 
night."

"Ohh, yeah, Ian, that would be awesome!"

"You see, Kim, I'm going to make both of these girls 
jealous of you right now."

"How?" she asked. He didn't answer her; instead, he put 
his hands on her shoulders and leaned her back into the 
pillows and moved between her thighs with his body after 
pulling her knees open with both hands. "Ohhh, yesss!" 
she sighed, feeling him press his hardness into her 
belly. "You're really going to do it to me instead of 
them?" She smiled up at him as she felt him moving lower 
onto her mound. "You picked me!" she said, happily.

"That's right," he said, moving his cock up and down 
through her slit. He found her opening and sank into it 
with a sigh and a groan. She was still really tight, and 
it felt awesome on his cock.

"Ohhh, that's heavenly!" she said, closing her eyes and 
enjoying the feel of him filling her up. "Sooo goooood!"

"Ohh, God, Kim, you're so fuckin' hot!" he said to her, 
whispering in her ear before licking her neck. "I want 
this with you every day!"

"Ohh, yeah, every day!" she moaned. "Every night, too!"

Misty looked at Anne and smiled. "God, that's making me 
horny, watching them. Are you getting turned on too?"

"Oh, yeah! I'm horny as hell. Are you thinking what I'm 
thinking?" Anne answered.

"If you're thinking that a nice tongue in my pussy would 
feel really good, then yeah, I am," Kim replied, 
smiling. 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in 
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of 
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider 
seeking professional help.
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