Seventh Sister

Caley almost let herself be caught by the glancing light flashing off of the School for Sexual Expression logo. I squeezed her arm just in time, and she turned toward me in surprise. When she saw the warning in my eyes, she looked intently at me. That was just long enough for all the rest of the room but one to go under. She watched wide-eyed now as Val checked each student's trance and instructed each to be prepared to accept her commands and to lose their inhibitions in front of the group tonight. One woman, a tall and slender African-American -- Jamiria, we learned later -- had also missed the group trance command by looking away and focusing on some idea of her own. I realized as I looked at her sizing Val up that she was a cut above the average intelligence, so likely had gotten into this university on her own merits, rather than on her family's influence.

"Young lady," Val looked at her scoldingly, "if you don't let me put you under with the rest of them, they're going to think that you are getting a special deal." That was a different approach, I thought. "Someone as intelligent as you should appreciate that."

Jamiria said "I can handle this without being in a trance."

"You probably can, but let's have a quick test."

"You can't hypnotize me if I don't want to be hypnotized."

"Of course, but can you imagine what you're going to see in a few minutes?"

"Yes, and I'm not shocked." Jamiria said that firmly, so I wondered where this was going.

"Even if you close your eyes, so that you can really visualize it?"

"Yes, see.... I'm closing my eyes," and she did. Perhaps she thought that Val's only specialty was flashing that School for Sexual Expression alumni necklace around.

"Can you imagine that Tony [the Hispanic fellow who had chosen her as his partner for the evening] is standing over you?"

"Yes, so...?"

"And can you imagine his penis is very erect?"

"I've seen one or two of those."

"But you aren't looking up at him, are you? He's standing over you. If you're not afraid to look at that penis, roll your eyeballs back up in your head as if you can see his balls right above you... roll them up to right here [and Val tapped Jamiria's forehead]. Roll your eyeballs way back to look at him -- isn't he majestic? -- and as you do your eyelids lock tightly closed... the more you try to open them the tighter they are locking closed... now try to open your eyelids... but you'll see that they are locking together tighter and tighter..." The young woman strained to open her eyelids, but they would not. "But if you listen to my suggestions, you can relax and then your eyelids can open."

Val began a series of relaxation instructions, and Jamiria gradually settled into a comfortable trance, like the rest of the group. Val looked over toward Caley and me with a question mark on her face. I shook my head and mouthed the words, "Caley will be okay with me." And Caley squeezed me so tightly that I blushed.

"Thank you, you won't forget this night," she whispered after a kiss. Val rolled her eyes at me.

Then Val dropped the necklace between her chocolate mounds and rebuttoned her blouse. She was covered with perspiration from the effort that she had put into gaining the young woman's cooperation.

The post-hypnotic suggestions worked out very simply. It was amazing how much these pupils were prepared to learn now.

"How many of you have tried fellatio?" A third of the students raised their hands. Val rephrased it into more familiar terms and another third raised their hands.

"How many of you women have swallowed cum?" A majority of the hands went down. I wondered what Val was leading up to. Caley had not raised her hand for any of the questions so far.

"How many of you have tried cunnilingus?" Only about a third of the hands went up.

"Okay." Calmly, but clearly, Val explained her lesson plan. Each couple would demonstrate a sex act for the group. Val would critique what they did and they would go back and do it over again. If everyone learned quickly, there would be time for a free-style session afterward (which seemed to sound more like an orgy to me).

"It looks as though Matt and Ashley have volunteered to do our first demonstration," Val said. They were still frozen where they had been left before the group trance.

"Matt, I have a question for you." Val asked him to relax while she talked with him. "What would be the best way for Ashley to give you head?" The group stood calmly watching.

"She could rip my underpants off and suck my dick." Matt seemed to be the direct type.

"And why would she do that?" Val queried. There was dead silence.

"Anyone in the group want to offer a suggestion?" Val looked around.

"He could get her so turned on first that she'd want to do it," a woman's voice asserted. It was Jamiria. She looked meaningfully at Tony and licked her lips. I realized that even though he was still fully clothed, she could easily visualize his erection, thanks to Val's trance-story telling.

"Exactly." Matt looked puzzled. This seemed to be a new concept for him.

"Matt, instead of hoping that Ashley will rip your clothes off, let's let Jamiria show you how to approach Ashley. How would you like someone to do that, Jamiria?"

The slender black woman approached the passive Ashley and taking Matt's hands in hers, showed him how to caress blonde Ashley. When Matt caught the idea, Jamiria would take her hands away, and Matt continued. Ashley lips found Matt's and without paying particular attention to us, the two were drawn into more and more intense lovemaking. Jamiria whispered coaching suggestions into Matt's ear, and as the couple fed each other's desires, it was not long before the blonde knelt, grabbing his briefs as she did so, and his penis burst free. Her lips found it and caressed up and down his shaft -- guided in her actions by coaching from Val. His penis climbed to the lock position, hard and ready.

"Now, class, what do you think she should do with that?" Val looked around the group. In their trance-aided calmness, they offered a variety of suggestions. The consensus was that she should keep going until he came, and that is just what she did. She licked her lips catlike as the group applauded.

And so it went, as each couple demonstrated some enjoyable position or activity, Val picked a knowledgeable volunteer and let them join her in the coaching. In a group like this, she noted, almost everyone knew something that would contribute.

"But what about Caley?" someone said as Jamiria climbed happily off of Tony's manhood. They had just finished the last demonstration, showing how many different angles of penetration could be enjoyed. Tony looked winded and satisfied. "And what about the Professor?"

"Yes!" someone said. Fortunately, Caley and I had held a whispered consultation as we watched. I knew she had been enjoying the evening with deepening intensity; I noticed the way that she ran her hands along her thighs, and then I began to sense her heat.

"Caley and I are going to demonstrate making love for an hour." There was something of an uproar.

"But you're too old!" someone came right out with it. Someone else said that would be like paint drying. Val winked at me. I held Caley's hand and led her forward to the couch. It was still warm where Tony's firm butt had worked so hard at getting his penis into Jamiria's remotest spots.

I offered what I hoped was a brief enough explanation, hoping that they would remember it as they matured, or when they took an older lover. I explained that if they paid attention, they would discover this knowledge being a joy even now, as they could have sex after having sex, and build intimacy with their partner while doing it. I explained about how the master Internet guide for cocksmen, David Shade, had provided new techniques and that we would demonstrate them. Caley's brilliant mind had already comprehended this, and now I saw some of the women at least interested. The guys, I knew, would take a demonstration to be convinced.

"Are you ready?" I whispered to Caley. She shivered, but smiled. Without being in a trance, it was brave of her to offer to do this, but I knew that once I began, she would concentrate, and then enter the sexual trance that Shade's material and my previous experience would give to her.

And, you may ask, what was I thinking about?

I was realizing that it had now been about a decade since I had taken a college woman as a lover. After leaving the University of ____________, I had become involved with Sophia and had then consciously tried to keep from experiencing younger women. I was perfectly at ease with that situation, but now here were Caley's slight breasts trembling in my hands. Back in the day, as people say, it was like riding a bicycle. Caressing, stroking, and whispering sweet messages, I lured my partner's subconscious mind to fire off the flood of chemicals that would wash through her brain and set her slim body into the barely satiable pleasure mode. For some, it was a one-time experience, riding me to satisfaction in the big leather chair in my office. Others, such as cheerleader Cindy, seemingly became addicted to sex with me, thereby allowing her to play hard-to-get virgin with a wealthy catch elsewhere on campus, while satisfying her natural urges in an orderly way. I was being used, and enjoyed it immensely when she got into the habit of simply reaching into my desk drawer and pulling out one of the deluxe condoms that I kept handy there.

Now, so many years later, Caley was responding to my touch and beginning to let the rest of the room spin away. I overheard one of the guys muttering to another, "why doesn't he get her bra off? Come on!" Val made a move as though to renew the trance, but then she caught me shaking my head. Instead, I hoped that they would come to understand what I was doing. As Caley writhed seductively in my arms, I caressed her breasts through her bra, kissed its outlines, and then taught her nipples to enjoy hot and cold through the thin fabric. As I had learned back at the University, her desire grew intense, and her nipples pressed urgently for escape. Finally, she begged for release, and I swept my hand under her bra and popped it up to expose her naked eagerness for my kisses. More clothes flew off and we kissed topless, but with our pants still on, for way longer than the audience would have liked, I'm sure. But I was not going to short-change Caley's moment, and as it was apparent that these guys did not know how much women enjoyed that simple feeling of being held intimately, I was going to make sure that they understood it before we went on to other things.

Now my hands were everywhere inside her clothes, even grazing over her mound and teasing her clit. It was growing firmer by the moment, as each tease confirmed. I was enjoying her responsiveness now, and soon the rest of our clothes somehow ended up on the floor. (There was quite a collection there, and part of our audience was clad in whatever they had been able to find after their turns in the spotlight.) Caley came up for air, leaning her head back, and before she could say what she had now to say, I could see in her eyes that she had entered the sexual trance that I expected of my lover.

"Richard," she whispered urgently, "I need you to fuck me. Now." There was a noticeable reaction in the room. No one knew that Caley would use a word like that. I smiled a lusty smile, because I knew that this intelligent lover was chosing the exact word with the exact meaning for what she wanted now.

I nodded, kissed her, and then eased her down beside me on the couch. My fingers gave her the first orgasms, each cascading over the top of the previous one. The room spun for Caley, but those around us stood motionless, I believe, as they saw the hidden sexuality of their intellectual sister bursting into the world. My fingers went deeper, preparing her, as they slipped easily within. Of course, she was already wet, just like in porno stories, but my steady progress would open her innermost rings to pleasure.

I paused for a few minutes, as I taught Caley's clit to rise on my command. Usually this took longer back at the University-- it had been fun to signal a woman seated in the student lounge as I passed through and watch her eying me hungrily while she shifted her legs to hide her rapid response -- but, that would not be possible until we had done it a few times. Caley had witnessed an evening of healthy, powerful sex, and now she was ready for her share and more. The guys' eyes grew wide as they watched her clit emerge from its shrine like a man's penis, eager for my kisses, soon offered.

Val passed us a condom, as she had for the others, and the women watched with interest as I showed Caley how to roll it securely onto my shaft, carefully leaving space for my cum. Now I showed Caley how to stretch out on her side, as I lay down beside her. At this point, I really was on automatic pilot, too, but the magic of this moment was that in this position, and with my experience, I could drive deep into Caley's very soul. There is a violent way to do that, an eager way to do that, and then there is the mature way. Each way leaves a lifelong impression, but only one way assures a man of a permanent invitation to return. My penis explored her opening, rewarded her G-Spot, and then as her vaginal orgasm exploded around me, I moved deep into her. That orgasm was easily forgotten by the next one that gripped me in its lusty power.

She tried to keep her eyes open as we did this -- I asked her to -- but did not tell her that she would be unable to do so within a few minutes. Of course, as long as her eyes remained open, I was able to look intensely into her thoughts, and take the feedback that she offered and magnify it from our comfortable side position with more of the cocksmanship that she now craved. And, as she struggled to keep her eyes open, her sexual trance deepened.

"Fuck me..." she panted, "... I need you, Richard..." She grabbed wildly at the edge of the couch and then at me to keep from falling as the room spun. With her vagina pulsing powerfully around me now, I pushed against her cervix and she screamed, not with pain, but with joy. We went through this cycle several times, sometimes with her blacking out -- I was not counting because I was lost in her loving erotic energy field now -- and finally I felt the hot signal to my balls, to my penis, and through her convulsive breathing to my chest -- her subconscious telling me that her body was ready for my sperm. When I was a student, I never even knew about the signal, because we always came wildly and then fell apart. Now, it penetrated my haze, and I let myself go, flexing my muscles to respond to her divine rapture.

Caley and I finally pulled apart from each other, my fingers on my condom to keep it from slipping off of my very tired and wet penis. I heard voices saying something like "it really WAS about an hour... look at the clock... who knew that an old guy could do that? That Caley is hot..."

In the meantime, I learned later, Val had rebooted the group's trance. Even Jamiria went easily this time, having learned how much fun it would become. Caley and I had never heard her instructions, but before we could stagger off of the couch, Val commanded the group to "enjoy the orgy that you came here for."

Well, yes, it was an orgy. I noticed that our host Allison had returned, wearing the sexy nightgown that she must have put on while we were busy. It was soon off and out of the way, as she joined in the excitement. Val winked at Caley and me, and then turned to Matt, who was being caressed by Ashley. With a sign from her, Matt's tired penis sprang to life again, and Val soon had him learning to touch her pleasure spots with it, as Ashley cuddled them both. That was just one corner of the room, it was a little hard to see what all was coming on.

One by one, the night's excitement overwhelmed the six fraternity brothers and six sorority sisters, and they began to nod off. Caley and I kept dibs on the couch, and eventually dozed off in each other's arms.

The morning was very strange. Apparently, there was something about Val's post-hypnotic commands that let people go about the room finding most of their clothing, let them wash up, and then they were on their way in couples, back to campus. They left at intervals, till finally just Caley, Allison, Val and I were to share breakfast in the apartment. We were quite a comical group, I would think, our clothes in forms of disarray, Allison making toast in her sexy nightie, Val still a bit wobbly from the instruction session with Matt, and Caley and I touching each other at every opportunity.

Val's plan rolled on as we chatted. A phone call to the cellphone of each of the class members, and a few words from Val, and their memories of the night before turned to dreams. Reality folded into fantasy, but their lessons remained. Their remaining college days would be sweetened by joyous sex that would be whispered about enviously by others. That would be especially true with their friends from that night.

Caley had a plan, too, it turned out. At first, she had been reluctant to attend this event, but Allison had convinced her to join us. The night's events had coalesced with her earlier thinking. Yes, she admitted, she needed hot sex, she was as much a woman as anyone else genetically assigned to that role. But she wanted to focus on her science. She had dreams of being one of the top people in her field, and they were realistic dreams. But what would happen on Saturday night when she wasn't in the lab? Val understood, and bit by bit, revealed the idea of sending Caley to the School for Sexual Expression. Caley's professional interests might even gain her a scholarship, because having a distinguished graduate was just as important for that school as for any other -- it brought in more bright students and donations.

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And so -- I typed for Sophia -- it is hard not to visualize Caley taking some personal time while one of her lab experiments goes on. She may be advancing in the world of science, but with what she will have learned at the School for Sexual Expression, it should be easy for us to visualize her lab assistant kneeling to give her head. Or perhaps at a conference, we can picture her relaxing after one of those brutal defenses of a scholarly paper, with two of the men who so strongly criticized her work now drawn hypnotically to her room and caressing her from opposite sides of the king size, begging, pleading to be the first chosen to enter her.

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As I described at the beginning, it was our last night to be together in Denver. Sometime around 3 a.m., Caley let out a shriek that woke both of us.

"I'm okay!" she reassured me. "It's just that I feel so... different. I never felt like this with someone before." I tried to explain to her how okay it was to feel that way. I knew that she would learn the psychology of that at the Marin County school.

"You've never been truly penetrated before," I guessed, "and your subconscious is just now really taking that in." Caley looked as though she wanted to argue with that, but then she understood my meaning. I had truly been in her, become a part of her, as she had me. And the scream had marked her entry into a new world as she understood her ability to have that experience when she needed it. I could hear the Nobel committee talking about her now. ###