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Subject: {ASSM} Like Magic (M/F, F/F, Inc, reluct, MC) (cont'd fm Birth Control sorta)
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Copyright 2005 Rachael Ross all right reserved

Author's Note: This was originally posted under the pen name Lisa
Oquias to a very small site and I'll just leave her name on it. I am
trying to find and claim everything I've posted so that it will be
easier to catalogue (6 years and around 250 stories?) but it is hard,
so some things - such as this - are being reposted. If you somehow
catalogue your internet stories by author, I sincerely hope this
doesn't cause you too much inconvenience.


Like Magic
By Lisa Oquias

For public dissemination without reimbursement. Intended for adults
only.
Codes: M/F, F/F, Inc, MC

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Hey! I started getting into hypnosis and I want to tell you about it,
cause its pretty cool and lots of fun. It happened sort of by accident.
One of my boyfriends took me to this dinner theatre thing and there was
a show, a hypnotist guy, and he made people cluck like chickens and
stuff, you know. But I didn't really believe it.

So, a few days later I was at school, at my little college, and I
figured I'd ask my psych professor about it. He looks just like David
Duchavny, by the way, except he's shorter. And sort of round and he
has white hair, sort of balding on top. And a beard, not a full one,
just a goatee, and really thick bushy white eyebrows. But other than
that he looks exactly like David Duchovney.

People say I look exactly like my sister, Stacy, but that's because
were twins, and mostly identical anyway. I'm just a wee little bit
taller and our eyes are just a bit different, mine being more blue than
green, and Stacy's more green than blue. But it depends on what we
wear and stuff, you know. People also say we look like Goldie Hawn if
she wasn't like eighty years old. If she was like 19 again, because
our hair is like that. Blonde and sorta long and shaggy, like we
can't do anything with it. We could, but we don't...It always looks
like we just got seriously ganged. And we're skinny, too, but not
anorexic. I like eating, and so does Stacy, and our boobs and butts and
everything is all proportional...Anyway, I don't know what Goldie
Hawn looked like when she was 19, but if you do...I guess that sort of
looks like us. If there was two of her, I mean.

Okay, gosh! I always forget what I was talking about! Oh...My
Professor. He's nice and gives me "A"'s mostly, on my reports
and stuff. Even though I just copy from this cute guy I know that sits
in the back and he only gets "C"'s on his, for some reason.
They're identical though, our reports are, so I don't know what's
going on.

"Hi, uh, excuse me, Professor?" I was sort of shy around my
teachers and I started thinking I should have worn a bra under my pink
sweater. It had shrunk a little since I didn't know I was supposed to
use cold water, and my nipples were poking out and pulling it up so my
belly button showed. I'm an inny, in case you wondered. Stacy is too,
so you can't really tell us apart that way.

"Hi, uh..." He sucked his bottom lip a little. "Lisa?" He was
guessing, since Stacy was in his class too, but she'd already left
the classroom.

"Yeah!" I smiled cause everyone guesses, and mostly they guess
wrong for some reason.

"What can I do for you?" He had been standing, but now he sat down
behind his desk and I guessed he'd spilled something in his lap,
because I could tell his hand was brushing something off, but I
couldn't see what.

I told him about my dinner date and how I'd seen a hypnotist and
he'd made people cluck like chickens and walk funny and stuff, and I
wondered if it was really true. Could people really be hypnotized to do
stuff like that?

"Well, most people can be hypnotized." He nodded. "But there are
limits to what sorts of suggestions they'll accept. They have to be
receptive to the idea, you see? You couldn't really change
someone's personality, for instance, or make them do something they
wouldn't agree to do in real life."

"Oh..." I nodded. I guess it sort of made sense. "Do you know how
to hypnotize people?"

"Me?" He smiled a little and nodded. "I use hypnosis at my clinic
sometimes, just to help people remember things, or reinforce desires,
like if they want to quit smoking, for instance. I can't make them
quit smoking, but I can suggest that they're stronger, that they can
resist the temptation to smoke, and that helps them."

"Mmmm...reinforce desires..." I said, mostly to myself.

"Maybe uh, maybe you'd like me to demonstrate, Lisa?" He
suggested and I wasn't sure what he meant at first. "If you like, I
could hypnotize you and then you could see for yourself."

"Really? Here?" I smiled and nodded quickly. "Okay. Just
uh...Don't make me a chicken, okay?"

"Okay." He laughed. "I'll give you two suggestions, one that
you're comfortable with and will act on, and another that you
find...distasteful, and your conscious mind will reject, okay? So like
I'll give you a key word or phrase, like 'Banana's are orange'
and you'll have a craving for grapes."

"Oh, sure. I like grapes, let's do that." I sat down opposite his
desk and he pulled out a spinning light thing, sort of like a strobe
light, except it flashed different colors as it spun. He didn't say
anything silly like 'You feel very sleeeeepy." He just talked,
telling me to relax and stuff. It was nice actually and I sort of
dreamed, like I was lying on the beach, except I knew I was still
sitting there. And when my dream was over I felt great! Like I'd just
come out of my massage class, you know?

"Wow!" I looked around a little, feeling just a bit disoriented at
first. "Am I hypnotized?"

The Professor laughed gently. "Bananas are orange." He told me and
I licked my lips, looking at him.

"Would you like a blowjob, professor?" I asked him and he nodded,
scooting his chair back a little and smiling at me.

Now normally I'd never have asked hi such a thing! I mean, I'm not
a total slut, despite what you may have read in the bathrooms, or
whatever. And just cause I was voted 'Most likely to!' in high
school, doesn't mean I really do! So, I don't know why I suddenly
had the urge to suck my Professor's dick, all I knew was it was
something I really, really wanted to do!

And he didn't mind. I came around the desk and knelt down in front of
his hard cock and licked it all over. It even tasted really good, like
it was the best tasting cock I'd ever had! It was sort of short, and
not terribly fat, and old too, kind of wrinkled...But when I took it in
my mouth, giving the Professor the very best suck job I knew how, I was
on the verge of cumming! And I hadn't even touched myself or
anything!

It only took about 3 minutes before the Professor was pushing his
chubby ass up off the chair, fucking his cock between my lips and then
he grabbed my head, which normally I'm not into...But I didn't
really mind for some reason. And then he started cumming, his cock
swelling up in my mouth and shooting sweet, banana flavored sperm into
my mouth. It tasted so good! Much better than any cum I'd ever tasted
in my life and I was swallowing it down eagerly when I started cumming
too. I totally lost it, which is weird because I hardly ever cum when I
give a guy head, and especially when nothing is playing with my pussy!
I like the stimulation, you know? But I came like rockets when the
Professor started feeding me and I could barely concentrate on what I
was doing! I finally just had to sit back and scream!

"Sssshhhh!!" The Professor looked at the door and then at me,
putting his dick away and trying to shush me. But I stopped eventually
and just lay there gasping and smiling and wondering if the Professor
would marry me! I wanted to suck his dick every day for the rest of my
life!

"Are you okay?" he was looking at me and held out his hand, helping
me to my feet. The urge to get married was passing, finally, and I
nodded, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Sorry Professor." I said. "I don't know what came over me!"

"It's uh, alright Lisa. One of those er, things, I guess." He was
nice about it. "Let's um, get back to hypnosis okay?" he went
back behind his desk and I sat down, frowning a little at the
squishiness between my legs. I hoped I wouldn't stain the upholstery!

"Yeah, uh, did you hypnotize me?" I asked him.

"Yes I did and now we'll see if it worked." He smiled at me.
"Do you like the circus, Lisa?" he asked and suddenly I remembered
him telling me if he said that I'd want cotton candy...and I did!

"Oh wow! Professor, I...I'm dying for some cotton candy! God, I
haven't had cotton candy in so long, I really want some!" And it
was true, it was like I'd kill for some of that stuff right then.

He laughed and nodded. "You remember I gave you that suggestion,
don't you?"

"Yes! Oh yeah, I remember you telling me to remember it!" I
giggled, because that sounded like a dumb thing to say, really, even
for me.

"Well, your desire for cotton candy will pass in an hour or so, or
after you have some, of course." He looked at me. "Now, how about
this: Why don't you take off your clothes and run around the campus,
Lisa."

I thought about that for a moment and it almost sounded...no..."No
way!" I laughed at the idea. "There's no way I'm gonna show
everyone my ass!" I made a face. "Uh, excuse my French."

The professor chuckled and nodded. "Don't worry, I know the
word."

"Hey, that was another suggestion you made right? One that I
wouldn't do?" I clapped my hands excitedly. "it worked! Wow! Can
you teach me? Please Professor? Teach me how to hypnotize people, that
would be so awesome! Please? I swear, I'll only use my powers for
good! Please? I gotta hypnotize someone, Professor, just once!
Please?"

And who could resist that? I ask you. And that was how I learned how to
hypnotize people, plant little suggestions in their subconscious minds,
and generally make them cluck like chickens for my own personal
amusement. The Professor even let me borrow his little dancing light
thingy. He's so sweet...so tasty...I like the professor a lot.

The first person I was gonna hypnotize was my sister, Stacy, and that
probably seems obvious, doesn't it? Because I knew her sooooo well,
she had no real secrets from me, not even the ones she thought she had!
Like I knew way down deep inside she was curious about...well, I
won't say yet. It might ruin the suspense or something.

"Hey Stacy?" We were sitting in the little condo we shared. I was
watching Big Brother with the sound all the way down because those
people look interesting, but as soon as they open their mouths, they
get totally boring. I was just waiting to see if one was going to go
totally psycho anyway. But they'd probably cut that part out if
someone did. I was listening to an old Melissa Ethridge CD just because
she was on my mind and I sort of liked it, even though it was old.

"Yeah?" She was studying math, or chemistry, or something. It had a
lot of numbers, I know that.

"You ever been hypnotized?"

"Nope." She didn't even look up. Stacy always acts like I totally
bore her to tears. She says she's got like a 180 IQ but I know she
only got a 148 on it, she's such a liar. My IQ is like 200 easy, but
I don't brag about it. When that guy from MIT tested us, I put down
wrong answers intentionally, just cause I know nobody wants to date a
brainiac geek...Except other brainiac geeks! That's why all Stacy's
boyfriends are such total losers. One guy gave her a calculator for
Valentine's Day! Can you imagine? And in the card he wrote like this
long unsolvable cosmology problem that scientists had been trying to
solve for a hundred years. I solved it while I ate my Fruit Loops. The
answer was i3 ...I mean, all you had to do was imagine the universe as
a 17 sided box and turn it inside out, basically...those scientist
guys. I don't trust them and if anyone ever gave me a calculator I
was going to kick him in the balls. Hard!

I only mention that story because I mailed the card back to that Roger
Penrose guy (like what kind of name is that?) along with the solution
I'd written on the cereal box, and said "i3 nimrod" and signed
Stacy's name to it...A couple months later she got published in the
Bulletin of Atomic Scientists: 'The Fruit Loops Theory: A GUT Time
for Breakfast?' and that very same day I'd learned how to hypnotize
people, Stacy'd been awarded the American Science Medal...For my
answer!

But hypnotizing people was way better than some crumby medal!

"I learned how to hypnotize people today after psych class." I told
her and Stacy just nodded.

"That's nice." And went right on with her homework.

"But I haven't tried it yet." I admitted. "I was wondering if I
could try it on you."

"No." Stacy yawned and ignored me.

"Please?" I tried sounding nice, not impatient at all, although I
was just dying to do it.

"No." She sighed and finally looked at me. "I don't want to. I
have homework to do." And then she gave me a little look, like she
was my mom or something. "And so do you."

"Yeah, but uh, I could do it later and so could you." That sounded
lame. "Come on Stace, it'll just take a minute, I just wanna see if
it works, after that we can do all the homework you want. I swear, I
won't even complain or anything."

"Don't lie." She shook her head. "Look, if I let you try and
hypnotize me, will you take my turn doing laundry tomorrow?"

We always did our laundry on Thursday nights, cause nothing good ever
happens on Thursdays. We always take turns too, because doing laundry
every week really sucks, even if there are two of you. Well, I don't
mind it too much, cause I sit on the washing machines and write dirty
limericks to my boyfriends, even though the spin cycle really messes up
my handwriting. But Stacy hates laundry, more than anything in the
whole world. I mean you don't even have to ask her, she'll tell you
that. She hates the waiting, the folding, the ironing, everything.
Can't stand it.

"I hate doing laundry." She added...See?

"Uh, okay, but you gotta be serious then." I told her. "No
fooling around, you have to really try to get hypnotized!"

"Yeah, yeah...Just don't make me cluck like a chicken or
anything." She smiled and then got a little serious as the full
possibilities of hypnosis dawned on her. "And no funny weird stuff
either." She warned me. God, what a fool.

"Of course not, Stacy! Jesus, what do you think of me?" I pursed my
lips a little and got my little spinning light thing out of my
backpack. "Okay, sit back on the couch and relax..."

I set it all up and got Stacy really relaxed and did it just the way
the Professor had taught me to do it. It took a long time, a lot longer
than I thought it would, but I wanted to make sure she was really good
and hypnotized...So I like reinforced all my suggestions over and over
again. It was sort of fun actually.

"...and when I count to three you'll wake up, feeling refreshed and
happy, Stacy. So happy and refreshed."

"Happy and refreshed..." She murmured.

"One...Two...Three..." And then Stacy opened her eyes and looked
around. She smiled happily and stretched a little.

"Wow! I feel really great! Did you hypnotize me?" She asked.

"Nope." I sighed. "It didn't work at all, I guess that
professor was just teasing me."

"Ohh, that's too bad, Lisa. Some people just can't be hypnotized,
maybe I'm like that." She was being really nice. "I wish there
was something I could do to make it better for you." She was looking
at me, as we sat across from each other, like looking into the mirror.

"Welllll..." I smiled slowly. "There is something you can do for
me..."

"What?" She looked so innocent, the way I did mostly.

"You could suck my pussy." I was sort of wondering if she'd
really go for that or not. Neither one of us are really lesbians, at
least I'm not, and Stacy wasn't, but now...I really wanted to cure
my sister of her boyfriend problems. They were all such losers!

"Mmmm..." Stacy smiled and licked her lips. "I've been wanting
to suck your pussy since we turned twelve!" And she lost no time
sliding down to the floor and crawling between my wide spread legs.

It was so weird getting head from my own twin sister! You have no idea,
unless you're a girl with a twin sister and she goes down on
you...Hey, if you are, email me and we'll start a club, okay?
Wouldn't that be cool? Anyway, Stacy pulled my panties down slowly,
exposing my shaved little pussy, and she rubbed it gently, petting my
pussy and smiling up at me.

"Oh yeah, Stace...Put your mouth on it...Tongue me!" I was getting
so wet already, just looking at her, and when she did finally run her
long pink wet tongue along my labia, tickling my clit with the tip, I
was in heaven. My sister was really good at licking pussy and I asked
her if she'd done it before.

"Just once...With Sarah." Stacy laughed. "I told her I was
you!"

"Oh!" I reddened just a little and pulled Stacy's face back to my
cunt. Sarah had been a lifeguard at the YWCA and she'd more or less
raped me, pushing me down in the showers and pushing her pussy in my
face. She'd told me to eat her like I had before, although at the
time I didn't have a clue what she was talking about...Now I knew, 6
years later. The truth always comes out.

But I'd forgive Stacy for that, since she was sucking my pussy so
good now. She had a finger inside me, fucking it in and out wetly as I
really started juicing. She licked around it and took my labia in her
mouth one at a time, pinching them with her lips, and chewing them
gently. I love getting my labes chewed on! I was gonna cum any second
and when Stacy moved her mouth down to my ass, giving my little pink
sphincter a seriously good tongue job, I did cum. I squirted even, just
a little, so my tangy fuck juice got all over Stacy's pretty face.
She lapped it up too, like it was the best tasting stuff in the world.

"How's that taste?" I breathed a few minutes later, after the
stars and butterflies had melted a little.

"Mmmppphhhh...Like banana's." Stacy sighed and dove right back in
between my thighs. She was going to be doing this a lot, I could tell.
I just hoped the little laundry fetish I'd given her worked out half
so well, you know?

The end
rache696@yahoo.com

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