From news.ICSI.Net!news.sprintlink.net!malgudi.oar.net!caen!spool.mu.edu!daily-planet.execpc.com!homer.alpha.net!uwm.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Sun Dec 24 20:11:46 1995 Message-ID: <135341Z21121995@anon.penet.fi> Path: news.ICSI.Net!news.sprintlink.net!malgudi.oar.net!caen!spool.mu.edu!daily-planet.execpc.com!homer.alpha.net!uwm.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an411379@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an411379@anon.penet.fi Date: Thu, 21 Dec 1995 13:45:04 UTC Subject: FZ Story - HypnoSister 02 [F/M, hyp, femdom, xtras] Lines: 770 This is not intended for, nor should it be read or downloaded by, minors. It contains graphic depiction of adult sexual activities. There is no force, rape, pedophilia or violence depicted herein. The fictional characters do not represent any persons living or dead, but are wholly created from FranZAM's fur-tile imagination. HypnoSister - An Erotic Story by FranZAM, c.1995. All rights reserved. (THIS IS PART 02 of 3) My cock now jerked violently as, below the range of my captive vision, a cool hand took possession of what must have felt to Allie like a red-hot beer bottle! My six and a half inches were now in her grasp! "Kneel for Big Strong Sister now." She moved down with me, retaining her grasp on my prong, we both sank deeper and deeper. Deeper. "Yes, everything you do, David," she was using the VOICE now, "everything puts you more deeply into my control. You feel it, don't you? You FEELLLL my control..." "Oh, yeahh," I breathed. The fingers held my cock, but it might as well have been two thousand Harem Vaginas for the ecstatic flashes and aches that were causing my surrender into her hand. Into her hand. "Mommy diddles your little weewee, Davey," whispered my sister. My cock surged up with a new tightness, a new hot tenseness. "Diddles your weewee and makes it big and firm, and you suck her heavy tits, Davey. "SUCK MY NIPPLE NOW, DAVID," came the command. At last! My vision blurred as her fragrant flesh was lifted closer to my bending head, closer to my tit-starved lips, here, here, here it is at last. Ahhh. Pull in the nipple, let it fill my whole mouth. Treasure the hot fat bag of flesh, listen to her breath catch, listen to my Sister moan quietly as I nurse her heavy titty. Her hand sensed my imminent explosion. "LIFT YOUR HEAD AND LOOK INTO MY EYES NOW." Oh Jesus, I'm falling into those eyes, yes, yes... "I CONTROL YOUR BODY. YOU WILL NOW BE ALLOWED TO COME. YOUR WEEWEE CAN COME RIGHT INTO MY HAND. LET YOUR HOT JUICE SQUIRT OUT ALL OVER MY HAND. MY HAND. COMMAND. MY HAND. COMMAND..." The eyes reached down down down through mine, through my chest and belly, made my belly feel all tight, slid down past my belly button, the eyes made me helpless, made me push out my big, fat weewee so hard, so hard right out into her hand, the eyes stirred the hot juice inside, holding back just for an instant, as some teeny part of me screamed "Nooo! This is WRONGGG!" then was overwhelmed. Her eyes sucked me in, sucking me in deeper, deep...er...deeep..errr.... She had no need to jack my shaft, no need to flail it, to jiggle or whip it like I did, no! All she did was command me to come. Out it came; her eyes narrowed as her palm and wrist took the first sudden spastic expulsion. I moaned in total, obedient concentration. I was coming for HER, I was flowing and spewing and grunting out my fluid to HER COMMAND. Her voice was speaking, but all I heard was a dark red roaring, as my balls emptied themselves, as my mind was now emptying. Davey's alllll empty now. Completely empty. Waiting to be filled with commands. Completely without any thought or will Need to hear. Obey. A word appeared in front of me. SLEEP. I obeyed the word. That's all I can reconstruct of that day. I think more things happened later. I think I might have gone to band practice. I think I didn't attend the dance, standing up my date. I think I didn't answer the phone. I think Sister was working on me, but of course I wasn't sure of all this until later, later in the deep night. SATURDAY, IN THE NIGHT It was... sometime... when I can begin remembering again. All these recollections are very hazy. I'm now pretty sure what was happening, but for several days after, I thought of the events as dreams. I heard The Most Beautiful Voice In The World. Allie's voice. My shoulder was shaking, it was being shaken roughly. "C'mon, Dave, wake up. Wake up..." Light pats on my cheek got my eyes open. Totally disoriented, I think. I was late. Late for school. No, Late for my date, I'd fallen asleep and missed my date! "Wha... whazzmm..." I floundered upright. "What the... time for school.... I'm up, I'm up!" It was dim, lit only from the hallway. I'd been dreaming again... dreaming of, wowww, what a dream... My sister had... she'd... and then I'd... I felt a soft hand on my bare stomach. A soothing voice near my bedside. She was bent over the bed, clad in a very sheer nightie, that was all I could make out. Oh yeah, the tits, look at 'em, dangling right over my bed... my bed? "You're in Mommy's room," came her low tones. "Settle back in bed now, shh... everything's cool." "Wha..." The hand, soft, warm and insistent, pushed me easily back against pollows. Not my pillows. Mom's pillows. "I had to wake you up, David," crooned the voice. "You don't respond well to orders while you're asleep. I haven't learned enough yet to bring you up into... oh, why are you fidgeting? Come on, David, lie still. David, LIE STILL! Good, now just listen, OK?" "What time is it?" I lay there, still a bit bewildered, dimly remembering more now. More about me and my sister. She... "Allie, what's been happening?" "You don't remember yet? Oh, very good. I don't know all I need to know yet, about hypnotism... but I think I've got most of YOUR buttons ready to push!" Hypnotism. That word! Yes, she had, she HAD done "something" with me. To me. "Look, I ahhh, I have a date, I'd better get ready, we can ahhh, talk later..." "Later, Davey? That's good, too... you've lost track of time a little bit. A little confused? That's because brother and sister were having sooo much fun-n-n that you decided you'd rather play here." Oh, no, no way! Play with my sister no, but... I now remembered more about yesterday. I'd peed in my pants. I'd sucked those amazing tits! I'd come in her hand like some stud horse! "Oh that's right, and you know, your date... remember that cheerleader whose tits get you off, Davey? Remember her lovely pink titties? you told me all about Carole's nice pink titties last evening. You told me things, and I told YOU things, you'll remember in just a little while... I'm sure Carole will understand. Look at my breasts again. Watch them. Go a little deeper. Good, I see your eyes getting a bit heavy again. All righty, now let's talk about some new turn-ons for you..." Couldn't think straight, those heavy tits made me feel kind of dreamy again... Oh yes, turn-ons. Your boobs are plenty, Allie! I'd suck them again, if I could just move... "Carole called, and you told her you were tied up all of a sudden," chortled my sister, "and she was really mad, and we talked a while on the phone. She thinks you're kind of stuck on yourself, you know? She says some of your other "conquests" think so too! We got to know each other pretty well. She's coming over in the morning for breakfast. Uh-huh, a nice breakfast. Cooked by the guy who fucks 'em and dumps 'em. You. We've made some plans for you." More words, a warm ripply lake of words, floating me along. Learning lessons on the lake. Never forget lessons. Obey the rules, sure, sure, I'd do all that, floatinng, bobbing back and forth, yes. Good. Now things faded away. BLACK. The rest is even more unreal, but very memorable! The VOICE. I didn't have to bother to listen, the sound went right in like silk. Like soft, soft silk. Panties. Beautiful panties. Soft. Full, full of... of delicious things... so full... delicious panties sliding up and down the fullest, softest buttocks. Cheeks. Panties tugged up tight against cheeks. Eyes watching the cheeks squeeze together, flex and squeeze. BLACK Breasts hanging soft and full just above me. Arms lifting, breasts lift and drop, weight on tummy, nice, soft, hot weight. Can just lift finger to touch breasts. Touch lightly, let them swing, watch nipples, trace up up under arms, soft bulge of shoulder, slide down. Circle under breasts, down. Fingers so sensitive! Feel little bumps on skin, feel tiny, tiny fur on soft, round tummy, down. Down to panties. Yes, push fingers along panty top, back, forth. Tummy jiggles, breasts jiggle, fingers slide down, look! Hips lifting up, finger right next to swelling place. Swelling. Smelling. Ahh, smell the cleft. See the cleft, the panties pull in against the cleft. Two firm little hills. Narrow valley between. Soft flesh bumping and brushing across my head, little knobs pull through my hair. Hot, humid, flesh soft and dark and sweet, going to... touch those little hills... sliding fingertip feels soft fur, feels slippery where moisture makes it slide and skip right over the... BLACK Flying, floating in the air, looking down on panties. Light, beautiful blue panties, holding in two high hills. Two high, soft hills, dark between, dark and moist. "Moist," says the voice. Thick, strong legs down there, now my voice says... something... can't hear myself, the legs parting. Wider, the hills spread, the blue panties spreading, stretching. Now I descend, my head drawn into the blue, into the heat, into the moist damp fragrant heat... BLACK I want to push. I must push in. Push in! Into the panties, must fill panties! Beautiful sound. "Fffilllll... Fillinnnggg..." Deep holes, deep soft valleys to fill. Holes to fill. I'm calling, but still can't hear myself, the hills are rising to meet me, up, closer, soft and silky, so humid! BLACK Only fragments. Silk. Words. Ache. Push. Need. Good. Obey... maybe "sleep..." SUNDAY MORNING Now I can wake up. Light in my room, light in Mom's room. Daylight. I'm stretching. I'm awake. I woke up. I wanted... I wanted to make delicious food. Food for Allie. Carole... Carole! I jumped up, hurried to shower myself, I knew I wanted to look nice, smell nice for Carole. To make it up to her. Shaved. What to wear, nothing, maybe an apron. Mom's apron. Good thinking. Fuzzy slippers and an apron. Now I hummed like Mommy when she cooked for us. Oatmeal, Coffee, mmm everything smelled extra strong today! Grapefruit. Package of muffins, yep! Hum-te-tummm! Voices came in from the hallway. God, I wasn't ready! I HAD to be ready! Hurry, get the plates, bowls, cups, and... "Well, look at our chef, Carole!" "Oh my god... look at you..." Her high laugh signalled the entrance of a dark blonde, grey eyes snapping at me under perfectly-plucked brows, light pink lips pressed together in a tight smile as Carole surveyed me. Suddenly, my Aunt Jemima mood evaporated. I was naked under a short denim apron! My naked butt was hanging out in the air for all to see! I turned to face her, trying to keep the apron between her little smirk and my blushing butt! She was wearing a tight striped t-shirt that followed her firm contours to perfection. Sandals and soft gym shorts completed her ensemble. "Ahhh, ahmmm, hi, uh..." stammered "Mr. Big." "Uh, I'm not quite ready ahh, could you..." "Could she WHAT?" came the very forceful voice of my sister, followed at once by her entrance into the kitchen. "Wait outside? Like she did last night?" I was ready to pour out the blame onto Allie and her "experiment." My mouth opened to defend myself. "Um, Carole, I'm really sorry that I ahh, that I ummm..." My sister just pointed at her tits, encased now quite demurely in a t-shirt and blouse. And the words just flowed right out! "I was sucking Allie's tits, and she made me wet myself, and then..." The soft whoop of Carole's voice cut me off. "You WHAT?" She turned and raised an eyebrow at my sister, who winked and nodded towards me. Those wintry eyes snapped back, pinning me there, clutching at my apron. "I wet myself, and then I had to take a nap, but I'm sorry, Carole." "So-o-oo!" she said. "Let me get this straight... You were going to go on a date with me, but you sucked your sister and peed on yourself. Does that sum it up? And you want me to forgive you?" She turned, and Alicia nodded at her. "SHAME on you, Little Davey! SHAME!" Hot blood rushed into my face, and my knees became weak. I found myself suddenly knowing I should kneel. Kneel, quickly! I sank to my knees. Hung my head low, heard my voice asking... asking... "I deserve a spanking, Carole. Please spank my naughty bottom!" Shit, I felt like killing myself! This was the worst, but dammit, I just couldn't stop! No, it was worse than that! I felt that I might have to pee again! I sensed a flash and a clicking sound. I realized that someone had snapped a photograph! I felt as if I might have a brain seizure! How could I escape? My mind was telling me, get up, you dumb fuck, get up, grab the camera. Why won't you MOVE your ass?! But I could only kneel there, shaking with shame. For only a moment more, though. "Stand up, Little Davey," came the voice of Big Strong Sister, and up I lurched. "You are asking for a spanking?" No, Nooo! "Yes, please spank me, and I'll promise to do better." "Did you bring them?" Allie asked. "Yes," laughed Carole, "but I never thought I'd see ANYTHING like this! This isn't a comedy act, is it?" "Oh, no, Little Brother is completely in our power today. Aren't you?" I didn't get that reference to "today," my brain was just busy making me follow orders. "Yes, I am completely under your hypnotic control. Please spank my bottom, I need it!" "You didn't pee yet this morning did you?" "No... Uh, may I check the oatmeal, please?" "Oh God," laughed Allie, "yes, turn down the damn oatmeal!" I turned to the stove, blushing again as Carole laughed at my unintentional "moon." She had gone out of the room, and now she returned with a brown shopping bag. "All righty, let's see your next trick, Maestro!" "Maestra," chuckled Allie. "Now, Davey, first you'd better put these on." And out of the bag she flourished a pair of yellow... bright yellow panties. Yellow with a cotton crotch. I was drawing them up my legs before I knew it. God, they felt strange, strange, but nice, as they snuggled up against my cock. I tugged them up nice and snug as I was bid. Then I found my hands untying my apron, and in a moment, there I stood, wearing fuzzy slippers and yellow women's underpants. Holding a cooking spoon. I actually felt tears accumulating in my eyes as Carole, shaking so hard she could hardly hold the camera, flashed me again. "Now, Mr. Peepee," snapped Allie, "you're about to get your wish. Hands behind your back! Good. I'm going to slip on another real thin pair of panties over your arms, Davey. Feel them?" The cool silk slid up to my elbows. "Good. Now try REAL hard to escape, try to break those bonds." Umfff! Nnff! RRRRGHMFFF! No chance, no chance. Impossible. My arms yanking and jerking, my arms were simply held tightly together. "This is amazing! And he doesn't know he could rip right through those?" exclaimed my "date," peering round my thrashing torso. "Ask him." She did. "UMFF!" I was still desperately trying to break iron chains! I felt, if only I can break free, everything will end, Allie's spell, the embarrassment, everything... UMFF! "I can't get loose!" I almost yelled. The jiggling was reminding me about my bladder. "Please spank me now, hurry, so I can take a leak and finish breakfast!" I'd let too much out there! "Oh, you're feeling a little anxious about... making water?" came Allie's taunting voice. "Well of course you are. Stop trying to escape now. Pull down your panties with your thumbs. That's right, we want to see those plump cute little cheeks jiggling while I spank you. Good, hold your legs tightly together. Tug his front up, Carole." She followed orders, and I felt her hands against my belly as she hoisted the yellow silk up tautly against my male bulge. She had seen my cock, and a tiny part of me knew that she was thinking about it, but most of my mind was feeling only three things. Whack! The smack of something cold and metallic on my ass! Flush! The humiliating feeling of hot blushes in my face. Pressure! My need to piss growing stronger. Whack. Smack. Each jiggle of my buttocks now seemed to go straight to my control valve. Let go, it whispered, let it go! I gritted my teeth, squinted, pulled my knees tighter together. SMACK. SMACK. "Huhh, huhhh..." I heard my voice straining. "You see, his bottom needs smacking until it's red, and his panties need to fill up with delicious... warmmm..." It was gonna happen, dammit! Through my haze of pain and need, I sensed Carole kneeling down before me, watching the jiggling lump of man-meat tightly encased in the soft female garment... jiggling... SMACK!... jiggling... "Push your Naughty! Butt! Out!... Out!" commanded my sister, on five more mighty smacks. Too many now, and I felt the dam giving way. Helplessly. The spanking stopped, so all could see... A little lapse, and one hot dribble... Oh god, I needed that... only that one, but the piss was pushing up, up my weewee... now that one, and that one. "Tell him!" urged my sister, "You have to link the command with the act!" and Carole, kneeling directly in front of my rapidly-moistening underwear now sang up to my red, tear- stained face: "Are your panties hot and wet?" My panties were hot and wet... With that inward phrase it began to flow. The hot ammonia smell filled my nostrils. The hot liquid soaked the thin cotton quickly, as I grunted in full release, my buttocks tingling and burning, the hot piss burning as it began rushing down my legs, spattering on the kitchen floor, soaking into the slippers, goosh! "My god, David, you're filling your panties with your Big, Fat Hose!" chanted my sister, and now I was actively pushing! grunting and pushing all the pee out I possibly could! "Uhh, uhhhh!" Finally emptying, knees sagging a bit as the last pulses simply rained though the material onto the floor. "Hurry up now!" came the command, and amid tears of anger at my humiliation dripping into the puddle, I found myself mopping up my hot liquid with towels; soon I knelt on hands and knees, and I felt my battered cheeks receive a soft kiss on each. I was bade to stand and get naked. All the wet things were taken away. I stood trembling in complete nudity. I felt soothing cool cloths bathe my damp thighs and legs. Carole was patting nice powder on my buttocks that tingled so nicely, Oooo, here came my penis now, beginning to relish the attention, stiffening up. Carole looked up at my red face, and down at my red organ. Her lips moved in... she kissed the shaft ever so gently, and her hands smoothed my flesh with nice cool, slippery powder. "That was very nice," she told me; though I still heard her chuckle, her touch made me feel all maudlin again. "Thank you, Carole, for punishing me!" I sniffed, genuinely remorseful in my hypnotized mind. (Also trying to get in a thrust or two into her fingers!) "Thank you, Big Sister." "Serve us your breakfast now," was all Allie answered, and dimly I sensed that their fun was not yet over. "Yeah, why don't you waggle those red buns... ooo, look at them with powder on... you look like something delicious at Dunkin' Donuts! Come on, jiggle 'em good!" ordered Carole, and as I finished preparing and setting the table, I found that I kind of walked around in a jerky sort of way, and I could feel my tingling glutes flop and wag just a bit. "Don't they look precious?" cooed Carole, seated now at the table, munching an english muffin, and Allie nodded at her. "You know, he's a jerk sometimes, but he's really buff! I can imagine what he'd do if he weren't our slave today!" "Say, little brother, tell us how your butt feels now, wiggle over here, stand right here... no wait, bring that bag over!" said my sister and she took it from me as I was posed right by their table. I was caused to confess how my burning butt was tingling badly now. How the feelings had given me a hardon. "An erection, please, sir!" trilled my sister. "Yes, I have a big erection now," I responded, and the organ in question was indeed poking well over the table, pointing towards the coffee pot. "My erection is big and stiff now. I love the buzzy feelings in my big thick... penis." And so on for a bit longer. "That's enough, David. Hungry?" said Allie. "How about a muffin for the cook?" Her hand held a toasted muffin half out, and I reached for it. "Not so fast! GET that HAND down!" My hand jerked itself back to my side, the prick waggling tautly nearby. "You'll have to do something a leeetle perverse for your breakfast. Get the pink ones," she said in an aside to Carole. "Now, relax a bit, plant your feet and feel yourself going deeper under control. Watch my... no, look at Carole's nice titties (just play with them for a moment, Carole, you'll see!)... good, watching her hands go round and round the nice titties. You are going deeper aren't you?" "Yes," I droned, legs heavily planted, arms hanging at my side, eyes watching the soft pale hands gliding over the stripes, over the titties... "I am going deeper..." "Enough, Carole, look at his eyes. He's fixated on your chest." "Oooweee!" marvelled Carole, her hands toying with her jutting boobies a moment longer. There were marbles under the shirt now. Allie said, "Now we can say just about anything to him, and he'll believe it, I think." "Yeah?" "M-hmm, did you see how easy it was to make him pee in his pants? That's about the most embarassing thing I think men worry about! That and being gay, that's how they tease each other in Stud School." "That's for sure," whispered Carole, though I could hear her crystal-clear. "O.K., now just go along. Oh, Davvveyyy... Davey, look up herrre..." I tore my eyes away from their tempting view, and beheld a beautiful pair of shiny pink satin panties draped over Allie's hand. "Look hard at the panties, Dave," she chanted, "hard into the panties. Pretty pink panties." "Pretty pink panties," I breathed, my dick surging and twitching almost at once. "Do you think you'd like to squirt some hot thick butter on your muffin before you have breakfast?" she teased in a low voice, and Carole squeaked. "N-no..." I choked, "no, I couldn't... don't make me..." "Don't make you squirt? It's delicious!" "Please don't make me..." My dick was losing pressure as I recoiled inwardly at the idea. "Look, he's sagging!" worried Carole. "Shh," hushed my sister. And to me, "Delicious Pink Panties, Davey! Hot. Pink. Like Carole's sex, can't you imagine? Can't your cock imagine pushing into the panties, into the hot pink tunnel?" This was more like it! "Oh, yessss..." I hissed, looking down. The panties were held right under my renewed member, it flopped like a dying fish with rigor mortis. Once or twice the stalk drooped far enough just to graze the magnetic fabric, and I felt every answering surge of thick blood! "Thinking only of the panties now..." commanded the VOICE. Yes. Hot. Pink. Want to push in, in, innn... "Panties so full... full of hot tight muscle, Davey. Look right where the hole is, imagine your cock being pulled right inside, where it's hot. Tight. PINK inside." I could feel every slippery stroke in my imagination, the buzzing in my ears turned into thought as I pushed against the table, trying helplessly to reach that imagined pink sanctuary. More thoughts. Full of tight hot cheeks. Say cheeks... "Cheeks!" Oh, that felt so good. Firm tight cheeks in the panties. "Firm, tight cheeks filling panties!" Anus. Hot and tight. Someone's bending way down so I can see their hole. Puckery, good, hot pink hole in hot pink panties. Cock pulled closer. Want to fill anus, FEEL cock pushing into anus. Oh here it is, I'm bending way over to let the cock in my hot pink anus. The head bulges against my asshole. I want it in. Please shove it in, here it goes, oh good, ohgood ohgood, sliding up into the tunnel. Fill it, must fill everything with hot thick butter. I looked down, lost in my dream, although my eyes saw my fat, dripping cockhead over a muffin, leaking precum in dribbles onto the muffin... But my MIND imagined: Me, thrusting into a tight asshole. My asshole. My hot rectum being FILLED with hot cock, being FILLED with hot hot creamy butter. My cock was a hot, thick, piece of juicy meaty flesh, stuffed with my hot butter. My balls had made too much hot cream, churning now, churning into hot cockbutter... too much to hold. A voice telling me I had to let go into the hole, into the hot tingly panties! My thick beefy stalk pushing deep, deeeep up into the panties, right into the deep pink hole... I yelled, pushing into the table, a hand draped with hot pink silk wrapped the thick base of my meat. Held it and gave the merest silken jiggle to it, and the other hand lifted the toast up, already shiny with my drippings, under my sensitive cockhead, under the ball, scraping the flesh so lightly... Kaaa-BLAM! I was babbling fillthehole, fillthehole, FILLtheholeFILLitFILLit, and my penis was expressing dollop after dollop of agonizing liquid! One SQUIRTed right over the girls' target then, as Allie chanted at me: "Butter your toast! butter your toast! ButtFuck your toast!" and my cock did its best to cover the world with hot, greasy butter. Ka-BLAM! As my mouth hung open, sagging with the release, the dripping bread was brought up to my face, tilted; without even being told, my tongue began swirling over the scratchy surface, lapping in my own semen. They pressed it against my mouth, I kissed and sucked the hot brown muffin, and then crammed it in, chewing and slobbering the salty mess until it had been gulped hungrily down. My gasping breath subsided, I stood, sticky, sweaty cock now flopped against the tablecloth, my head hanging in mortification and the exhaustion of a complete orgasmic release. I was allowed to sit nude on a kitchen chair. I dimly heard the women exchanging words, and then I heard the tones of a command: "Raise your head, David. Look at me!" Carole stood before my chair, her t-shirt pulled upwards revealing her ultra-firm, clear-fleshed boobies, pointing right at my face. Her nipples looked like nails. Her fingers swirled over her bounty. My sagging eyelids strove to remain open to take in as much of that rapturous sight as possible, to follow where her fingers were skimming. Her light voice giggled as she pinched her nipples. "Davie, you're getting sleeeepppyyyy... verrry sleeepppyyyy..." "Yes..." I murmured, and darkness swept me away into forgetfulness once more. I think I heard Carole's voice: "God, I'm hot..." SUNDAY AFTERNOON AT THE MALL I awoke to the sensation of motion, and the warm pressure of a hand on one thigh. I blinked, finding myself in the back seat of my Pontiac, Carole at my side. Alicia was at the wheel. "Hi, sleepyhead," Carole giggled again, and squeezed my leg. "All set for shopping?" "Sure," I said, "where are we going?" "You don't care, do you, David?" came from my sister in front. "No, Alicia," I replied. "We're going shopping, O.K." Another squeeze, and I looked over at Carole. Her eyes held mine, and I was happy. She was beautiful, and I decided I should tell her so. "You know, Carole," I said, "I love the way you have those little hairs curling back of your ears... you really have a beautiful neck, it looks so kissable..." "You're priceless, Dave, you know that?" she said tartly, but I saw a little flush come to her cheeks. "When did you notice anything but T and A on a girl?" Earnestly, I tried to answer, "Well, I just noticed it. I really like that corner of your mouth when you laugh, too." "You do, huh?" "Yeah," I said, "may I kiss you?" "Hold off, stud," laughed my sister, and I sat back again immediately, still watching Carole's face. I felt another lovely pressure from her sweet hand. I made a hummm of contentment. "We've turned on your spigot a little too soon. Ahh, you're not horny at all are you?" The hand crept higher, closer to my groin. "Open your thighs, David," coaxed Carole, licking her lips. I dropped my legs apart, and her hand slid right over my penis. Felt good. "Mmm, that's nice, I'll give you all day to stop!" I said, but there was no burst of hot blood into my schlong, it felt, just... nice. I liked the way my skirt slid down between my thighs from the pressure. "I'd better check though," said Carole, and she lifted the plaid skirt back, exposing my uncovered genitals. "Oh, you look nice and soft, Davey," she murmured. Why don't you tuck your skirt back in like a good gentleman now?" "O.K." I said, bringing my knees together and straightening my plaid... my... "Oh, shitttt...." I whispered, blinking rapidly. The girls howled as I squirmed and fidgeted over the upholstery; I was trying to do anything! I felt like a chicken with its head cut off, but I just writhed there, dressed in one of my long- sleeve white shirts, a plaid woolen muffler over my shoulder... beach clogs... and a short, pleated skirt I'd never seen before! No underwear. The car lurched a little as Allie hunched over the wheel, wheezing with laughter. "We're lucky the stores are allll open in Briarcliff Square!" she choked out, "You have a lot of shopping to do!" The prospect of walking through a mall... with people I might know!... dressed like a... My whole body was shaking. "Please..." was all I could husk out. 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