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                      CHAPTER SIX - HYPNOSEX

     The mild winter began to recline into the arms of an anxious
spring. Dax opened the door to approach his car for the trip to
his office, as his nostrils were welcomed by the fragrance of the
changing season. His heart was light, and he had a bounce in his
step. The conversation that occupied the previous evening was
music to his ears.

     Marilyn, a computer bulletin board friend had agreed to meet
him for the first time. She wanted to know more about the use of
hypnosis in sex. They had shared many thoughts on previous eve-
nings. Some were simply warm and friendly, and others were
downright steaming. They had discussed everything from children
and pets to jumping one another's bones.

     Dax and Marilyn had become rather close friends without ever
having met one another. They had each teased from time to time
about meeting one day, but Dax never really expected Marilyn to
meet with him. Now she had agreed, and they were scheduled to see
each other this evening in a local night spot at eight o'clock.
They had some idea of how one another looked and a very good idea
of what one another thought. He was anxious and hoped that she
shared his excitement.

     The day seemed to last forever. Everything appeared to be
moving in slow motion. His productivity for the day was, as a
result, outstanding as he tried to occupy the struggling moments
toward the end of the work day. Fridays were somewhat traditional
in that he never went directly home after the work day's end. He
would generally frequent a local downtown watering hole until
about seven; remove to one of his favorite restaurants for a bite
to eat; and visit one of several of the local hot spots around
town.

     Dax arrived at the cafe at about five o'clock and sat in his
favorite chair at the far corner of the bar. He greeted several
friends as they entered and exchanged comments about the grueling
week. He had a difficult time concentrating on the various con-
versations because his mind was on Marilyn. Would she find him
exciting?

     Seven-thirty had arrived. Dax paid his bill and rose to
leave. His mind was dissecting the possibilities of the evening
as he drove to Rascal's lounge. As he pulled into the broken
black-topped parking lot he had visions of Marilyn's lovely nude
body resting on his chest. He almost didn't see the attendant
provided to direct him to available parking. His car rested well
between two other chariots as he entered the lounge.

     Dax went through the doorway with eyes wide searching for
the evening's target. There was no single lady at the bar, so Dax
selected a seat with a view of the entry way and ordered a drink.
He noticed that his hands seemed to have a life of their own.
They were shaking as he attempted to stir his grog. Furtive eyes
continued to paint the doorway to the lounge and still no
Marilyn. It was only ten minutes to eight and no need for con-
cern. She would show.

     In a nonchalant manner, Dax allowed his eyes to travel
throughout the bar. He wasn't sure but thought that a lovely
young lady sitting with another man was checking him out rather
well. Bright eyes sparkled from an angelic face. Dax couldn't
help but notice her deep, dark and warm cleavage floating in
waves, hugged by the material of a blood-red dress, as her
shoulders moved back and forth. The curl of her generous lips and
her bright smile teased Dax as she continued her conversation
with the man next to her. Just his luck; here was a hot, sexy
woman that seemed to have interest in him. Not only was she with
another man, Dax was waiting for a woman that he had no idea how
she looked.

     He had trouble surveilling the entrance in anticipation of
Marilyn. Each time his eyes moved to the door he was distracted
by the lovely woman's breasts. They seemed to be calling to him.
He continued to try to get this woman out of his mind, but she
wouldn't stop sneaking glances as him. Suddenly, she rose from
her bar stool and began walking toward the rest room. Dax's eyes
were now drawn to her magnetic buttocks. The material of her
dress seemed to massage each cheek of her undulating ass. Damn!
He would love to drink her bath water just to see her dry off.
Few times had he ever gotten an erection just looking at a woman
in a bar. This was one of them.

     Dax's eyes returned to the door once again and he noticed
the man that had been sitting with the object of his new interest
was walking out of the lounge; apparently leaving. Dax almost
hurt his neck as he spun his head back to see where the lovely
lady in red was. Soon she returned from the rest room, leaned
forward, said something to the bartender and began walking
directly toward Dax.

     Her lovely breasts continued to dance slightly as she ap-
proached. Dax wanted to look behind him to see if she was ap-
proaching someone behind him but thought that would be obvious
and make him look ridiculous. His eyes riveted on the rim of his
glass to prevent him from looking like an idiot. Soon he heard a
whispered, "is this seat taken?"

     "Nn nnno! Please do sit down. There isn't anyone sitting
there," Dax heard himself fumble through the words. Damn, why did
he sound like such a fool.

     The red dressed lady eased up to the bar and pulled her seat
after her. After she was obviously well settled, Dax made half a
motion to get up and fix her chair for her. Too late, he thought.
"Are you waiting for someone?" she breathed to Dax.

     Now what was he going to say? The fragrance of her scent
captured him, and he wanted to tell her that he had been waiting
for her ever since the doctor first slapped his ass, forty-three
years ago. He gagged on his words slightly and then his mind
snapped back to his intended purpose. He almost felt guilty that
he was even thinking of this new lady, and he said, "yes. I am
waiting for a friend."

     She rolled her shoulders once again and asked, "What is your
friend's name Dax?"

     "Her name is...but... How did you know my name was Dax?" he
returned, and then it began to sink in. "You can't be Marilyn!"
He stuttered.

     Her smile grew to a full blown show of pearl delight. "When
I left the house my name was Marilyn," she stated emphatically.
"You're probably wondering what I was doing with that man that
was sitting next to me. That was my cousin. I have to confess
that I asked him to stop and have a drink with me so I would have
a way out if you turned out to be a wild looking, sex-crazed
maniac."

     Dax chuckled and nodded his head in a knowing way. "Well
then, I have to assume that my looks didn't scare you too much."

     Her eyes diverted to the rim of the glass that the bartender
brought over for her in a somewhat embarrassed fashion. "I'm
sorry. I just never did anything like this before and didn't know
what to expect."

     "No apologies necessary. If you were my cousin, I wouldn't
want you to take any chances either. I'm glad you used your head,
but you still don't know whether I'm a nut case or not," Dax of-
fered.

     "Now that I have seen you, and I couple that with all of the
conversations we've had, I feel pretty comfortable. You are a
very attractive man. And I know you're a good man. I was just ap-
prehensive, and now I'm not," she said softly. "

     There was music playing softly as they continued to get to
know one another better. Suddenly, half way through an explana-
tion of the repairs her car had undergone in the past week she
stopped and asked Dax if he would like to dance. Dax readily
agreed and they approached the dance floor. As she preceded him,
Dax couldn't help but to notice the rise and fall of each but-
tock. He felt his manhood stir once again. The red material rose
and fell as the ripple of each cheek pushed and pulled at the
fabric.

     Having arrived at the small space offered for dancing,
Marilyn turned and opened her arms to receive Dax. He could see
her breasts rise to accentuate her cleavage. Her scent continued
to arouse him. His hands encircled her lovely body and were
blessed by the soft touch. She didn't waste any time getting
close to Dax. Her curves melted into his body as they moved to
the music. Marilyn pressed her ample breasts against his chest,
and he could feel the heat of her pussey against his leg. It
seemed as though she was trying to turn him on. Well, whether or
not she was trying, it was happening.

     It became obvious to Marilyn that Dax was getting excited.
His cock began to grow thick and long. He felt it pressing
against his clothing almost to the point of embarrassment. He was
intoxicated with the fact that as his thick cock grew, Marilyn
was pressing herself harder against it. His courage grew with
this thought, and he allowed his hand to drop to Marilyn's full
buttocks. He smoothed the material of her dress and returned to
the flesh of her ass to squeeze. As he did, a soft moan escaped
Marilyn's lips and her pussey pressed against him once again.
Soon the music came to an end, and they were forced to separate.

     Dax began to show signs of embarrassment as they returned to
the bar, and then his pride took over. He hoped that some of the
other patrons saw his rock-hard cock as he returned. He was proud
of it. Marilyn stopped abruptly as they returned, and Dax ran
into her tight ass with his erection. She looked over her
shoulder and smiled. "I just wanted to make sure that you were
there."

     After they took their seats Dax indicated that it might be
nice if they were able to go someplace that would be a little bit
more private. Marilyn agreed. They finished their drinks, and Dax
pulled her chair out so they could exit.

     "The kids are at my mom's, and I would love it if you would
come over for a while Dax," Marilyn offered.

     "Are you sure it won't be any problem?" Dax inquired. Im-
mediately he knew that he should have merely said that he would
love to. Why would he take a chance like that? She might have
re-thought the matter.

     "No. It's not a problem. I'm anxious to learn more about
hypnosis and your adventures. It's pretty obvious that you have
become rather proficient at snake charming," she offered with a
cute smile as her eyes riveted on the front of his trousers.

     After assisting Marilyn into her car, Dax got into his and
followed her. His mind was racing. He couldn't remember the last
time that someone turned him on this much. He could almost she
her dress rising over her head as she remove it for his intruding
gaze. He thought of her lovely buns, draped with only the
sheerest of panties. He envisioned her soft pubic hairs furtively
escaping the edge of her sex-soaked panties. He could smell her
womanhood as her excitement increased. He wanted to make this
woman part of him.

     Marilyn interrupted his mental adventure as she pulled into
a driveway. Christ! He didn't even know which street he was on.
His mind had obviously been elsewhere. He felt his heart begin-
ning to beat more rapidly as he put his car in park and extin-
guished his lights. After a quick check in the mirror to make
sure that his hair didn't look like a squirrel he was out of the
car and walking behind this lovely creature.

     She fitted the key into the lock and looked back over her
shoulder in an inviting manner. Marilyn lowered her coat to a
waiting chair and told Dax to make himself at home. "I think a
drink would be in order. Why don't you see if you can put some
nice music on. The CD's are right next to the player."

     "You must enjoy classical music. Three quarters of what you
have is classical," Dax raised his voice to assure that Marilyn
heard him. He selected several pieces, placed them into the CD
changer and pushed the play button. Looking around the room, he
was gratified to see that Marilyn's taste extended to her lovely
furnishings. Soon she returned with a bottle of wine and two
glasses.

     "I've always been partial to classical music Dax. I think
you'll enjoy this wine. It's kind of hard to come by 'round these
parts partner," she teased with a country drawl as she seated
herself close to him. "Now how does this hypnosis work that you
have talked so much about?"

     Dax explained that almost anything was possible with the use
of hypnosis if the subject had the ability. The ability generally
was referred to as somnambulism. Many people were very suggest-
ible and could achieve wonderful results through hypnosis.

     "What kind of results Dax?" was her next question as she
moved closer yet to him. He seemed to be trying to formulate an
answer but encountered difficulty due to the closeness of her
soft ample breasts.

     "You can be anyone you want. You can be with anyone you want
to be with. You can be anywhere you want to be and feel as you
wish for as long as you can physically stand it," he explained as
his arm encircled her shoulders.

     "If I wanted to be with you, on a secluded beach, in the hot
sun, with gulls overhead and waves lapping at the shore, could
you make that happen?" she questioned with interest.

     "I really can't make anything happen for you Marilyn. You
actually make what happens occur. Each of us has the ability, to
one degree or another, to hypnotize ourselves. I would only be
helping you through the process you don't quite understand," Dax
explained.

     "Let's give it our best shot Dax. I would like to experience
the scenario just as I outlined it. I want to be with you. I want
it to be great and I want it to last," Marilyn pleaded.

     Dax took her through various relaxation stages and success-
fully helped her to a deep trance state. He indicated to her that
they had been marooned on a dessert island and that on a portable
radio they heard that a rescue party was two days away from
bringing them back to civilization. It would be night time and a
nice camp fire had been built. When he snapped his fingers once,
it would soon be daylight and the sun would be glorious; they
would be totally alone. He gave her the suggestion that they had
been attracted to one another during their sea voyage but hadn't
the opportunity to connect.

     He further gave her a suggestion that she hadn't had sex in
over six months and that she was absolutely insane with desire.
Even if she masturbated she could not quench her thirst for sex.
Dax told her that at the count of three she would awaken, find
herself on an old boat seat that washed ashore and be a little
cold from the dusk winds blowing off the water.

     She would experience a desire unlike she ever felt before.
Each time she had an orgasm, it would take violent hold of her
and last three times longer that she had ever experienced before.
Her nipples would be so sensitive that she would shudder with the
least touch. When she placed his cock in her mouth she would feel
this intense pressure on her clitoris. The deeper she placed his
rigid penis in her throat, the more intense the feeling in her
hole would be.

     Dax asked her if she understood everything that he told her,
and she acknowledged that she had with a nod of her head. He also
told her that when he placed her head between his hands and
kissed her on the forehead, she would awaken, feel wonderful and
more satisfied than she had ever felt before. The next time that
he snapped his fingers twice, while looking into her eyes, she
would fall into a fast, deep sleep. So he began, "one, two,
three."

     Marilyn sat on the couch that she perceived to be the boat
seat. She had an utterly lost look on her face. Her arms crossed
her chest in an effort to ward off the cold. She sheepishly in-
quired, "do you think we will be OK until they arrive Dax?"

     "I'm sure we will be just fine. I don't think there are any
dangerous animals on the prowl, I have built a nice fire and it
will be daylight soon," he said.

     "Would you mind if I get out of these wet things and try to
warm myself by the fire Dax. I'm a little embarrassed, but I
don't want to get pneumonia," she pleaded shyly.

     Dax could only nod his consent. He had been waiting to see
this lovely body all of his life. Marilyn got up and turned so
that he could release her zipper. She removed the red dress, and
Dax noticed the visible goose flesh as she did so. He had ob-
viously helped her attain temperature hallucination. She was ac-
tually chilly. Dax went over to a near-by arm chair and retrieved
an afghan to place around her. By this time she had removed her
bra but modestly kept her back to Dax. He placed the afghan
around her shivering shoulders and drew her to him.

     Marilyn melted back into his arms and could feel his meat
pressed against her warming buttocks. He felt her fumble a little
and turn to look into his eyes. "You have been so very kind to
me. This is absolutely frightening not knowing exactly when they
will come for us," Marilyn whispered.

     Dax eased her down on the "boat seat" and gathered her to
him to increase her warmth. His nose was blessed with the scent
of her hair and the warmth of her body. Again their eyes met. Her
mouth opened ever so slightly as her eyes began to close. Closer
and closer their lips came to touching. At last he could feel her
hot breath bleeding into his own lungs; a kiss of gratitude
turned quickly into a kiss of passion and need. The afghan feel
from her shoulders.

     Moments later his strong hands were on her body. Touching
softly and moving on. Her back flexed as his hands moved slowly
up and down its spine resting on her buttocks. She considered
stopping but she couldn't make herself. Her own hands began to
experiment with the muscles of his body. She felt them ripple to
her touch as a soft moan escaped his lips. This slight sound lit
off lovely explosions in her head. His hands were on her thighs
touching every inch as softly as an angel's kiss. She knew she
was wet with anticipation and hunger. Uncontrollably, her hand
soon found the hardness of the staff in his pants. Her control
was gone and she didn't care.

     His hands were under her heavy breasts cupping and teasing
and teasing her ripe, hard nipples. Once when she was a child she
experienced a fever that was accompanied by a shivering
phenomenon. As his fingers touched her dark pink nipples, this
experience was relived. She began to press her wet, hairy mound
into the seat for some simple relief from the mounting frustra-
tion. His tongue was on her neck tracing love notes. It then
moved to her heaving swollen breasts.

     She felt teeth and lips on her blood-engorged nipples. Again
a shivering took control of her body, and ripples of excitement
thundered through her body. His hand traveled down to that moist,
fragrant hole of her womanhood. Explosions went off in her head
as his hand crept inside her panties to feel her slippery cunt.
He inserted one finger inside her body and then another. In cir-
cular motions he soon brought her to heaven. The bone shaking
convulsions continued on and on. She had never experienced such
an orgasm. Would there never be an end to this joy? She prayed
there would not. Her jerking and moaning brought yet additional
growth to his throbbing cock.

     As if drawn by a magnet, her lips traversed the distance be-
tween his hairy chest and his huge staff. Soon she brought that
gentle monster inside her mouth and teased it with delight. He
was bone hard and bursting with excitement. Her soft mouth sucked
him deep inside to her waiting throat. Something was happening to
her. Up and down went her hungry mouth as her tongue gave him yet
new pleasures. She couldn't seem to get enough of this warrior
spear into her throat. Deeper and deeper she sucked the huge cock
into her mouth until her lips brushed the depths of his public
wire. With each inch her moans grew in volume and intensity.

     His head was spinning as he whispered in her ear that he had
never had such tender bliss. The heat rising from her cunt was
quite amazing. He took her swollen sex lips in his mouth and
sucked and nibbled for minutes, his tongue teasing and probing.
All the while, one of his hands was squeezing her buttocks with
such strength it doubled her excitement. His other hand gently
twisted one of her hard nipples. He sucked her sweet love juice
and drank from her wriggling body, swallowing the divine cream
with animal-like relish.

     Her soft pussey was going into spasms now, and he felt the
muscles in her vagina grab for his teasing tongue as he lanced it
into her tense body. Her smooth, rounded hips were jerking up and
down as she attempted to shove as much cunt into his mouth as she
possible could. Spreading her legs wide apart, he raised her but-
tocks in his hands and kissed at her dripping fanny, his nose
completely buried and lost in the dark, springy hairs of her
mound.

     The lips of her sweet cunt were now spread very wide apart,
in a way that completely exposed her deep, hot cavern, the soft
lips of her slit parting and pulsing with desire. The pinkish
flesh gleamed with her love juice, which trickled and oozed down
her tunnel and greased everything ready for the fuck that she was
dying for.

     Taking his fat, throbbing weapon in both hands, he took the
tip and rubbed it all over the slippery opening of her slit,
smearing it with her juices. She had the look of a hungry animal.
She didn't want fucked any longer; she needed it. Lowering him-
self on her body, he slid nine inches of cock into her eager
hole. Her cunt swallowed every hot, steaming inch of it, the
membranes inside her gripped his penis as he rammed it deeper and
deeper into the liquid cauldron. The walls of her inner cunt con-
tracted tightly around this invading rod.

     The inner walls of her cunt seemed to quiver and clutch,
enclosing the unyielding bulk of his cock in a loving grasp. The
tip of his prick was pressing against her cavity. He enjoyed the
depth of penetration for a few seconds more then grunted with
pleasure as her vaginal muscles squeezed his cock in a milking
action. In a motion that didn't dislodge his towering piston, he
swung her over and placed her above him. Her heavy glistening
breasts swayed in his pleasure-filled face. His tongue reached up
to thank each rock-hard nipple in its own way for presenting such
an erotic view.

     He began to see-saw in and out of her as she began to lever
herself up and down the long, thick pole which impaled her. Her
juices were soaking her pubic hair and the slopping, slushing,
slurping sounds from her clasping cunt was erotic music to their
ears. As she cried for it he bucked his hips even faster, match-
ing her up and down motion, her belly smacking against his with
audible slaps of flesh as she clung to him. He hung on to her,
trying to steady she, staring avidly at her bouncing tits when
she pulled away to view the penetration. A wail of ecstasy ripped
from her mouth as the violent explosion of her climax pushed
through the membranes of her passion pit, milking his cock with
the loving vise of her wet sheath.

     With one last frantic thrust, his cock exploded; shooting
his cream in a steady stream of fantastic release. She had never
had such excitement. It was new, wonderful and needed. It went on
and on with such convulsive pleasure that she was sure she would
pass out. She could have easily taken more of what that cock
promised. Dax snapped his fingers, and Marilyn saw the bright
orange sun rise over a sleepy horizon. Around her were the
loveliest trees she had ever seen. Sea gulls sang sweet melodies
as she closed her eyes and welcomed the heat of a new tropical
day.

     Dax gently placed his hands around her resting face and
kissed her on the forehead. He told her to awake and remember
everything. This was one of the most wonderful times he had ever
had, and he was sure that Marilyn was pleased with the outcome.
The most wondrous thing about it was the fact that another
pleasure trip was just a snap of the fingers away. Maybe next
weekend.