Message-ID: <14422eli$9808151849@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Subject: Hypno Celeb 10: Tutoring Tommy (mc,mf) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <5653c212.35cfc10f@aol.com> 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. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----