Raising His Girlfriend

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Raising His Girlfriend

John and Stacie had been together for a year already, and they were about has happy as two college sophomores could be. Except for one thing - Stacie was still under the effects of her strict Christian upbringing. She had loosened up a little thanks to college, and to some conversations with John, but she still couldn't bring herself to do much more than kiss him.

"I'm sorry," she said on this particular occasion. "It's just, you know, I always think about what my mom or dad would think - and I, I just can't..."

John knew all too well. However, this time, he had a reply.

"What if you didn't have to think about what your mom and dad would think?"

Stacie blinked and looked at him in confusion. "I mean, it would be great, but I can't just will something like that."

John smiled, "I've been practicing hypnosis recently, what if I used it to help you loosen up a bit?"

Stacie gave John a nervous look. "You can't be serious! Hypnosis is, well, I mean, it's not real, right?"

John shook his head, "Only one way to find out. Are you game? If it works, you'll be free of all the guilt your parents instilled in you. If it doesn't you can laugh at me for my silly ideas."

Stacie searched John's face for a sign that he was joking, but he seemed to be serious.

"Alright," she finally said. "I'll do it."

John went to his dresser and pulled out a pocket watch. He started swinging it in front of Stacie's eyes.

At first she rolled her eyes at the cliche, more sure than ever that his little plan wouldn't work. But the shiny hands of the pocket watch caught her eyes, and she found herself unwillingly following the motion of the pocket watch. Back and forth. Back and forth.

"Good," John said. "Good, keep following the motion of the pocket watch with your eyes. As you watch it, you find yourself growing very sleepy. Your eyes are growing heavier with every swing."

Stacie's breathing slowed, the watch had her complete attention now. Nothing but a blank, tired look was on her face.

"With every blink, it's harder and harder to open your eyes again."

Stacie was an excellent subject - her eyes kept closing for longer and longer times.

"Feel your muscles tense and untense, starting from the top of your head. That's right, feel the tension completely leave your body."

Stacie's shoulders relaxed, she slumped forward a little and her eyes were only fluttering open very rarely now.

"Feel the relaxation spread throughout your body. With each number I say, a little more of your wakefulness and stress drain away. 10."

Stacie looked more peaceful than she had in a long time.

"9."

Stacie's eyes closed and they did not open. Her breathes were coming slower and deeper now.

"8... good. 7... 6... 5..."

He could tell that she was losing the fight against sleep.

"4... 3... 2... 1... and sleep."

Stacie was slumped forward now, completely in trance.

"Stacie, answer me honestly. Do you want to have sex with your boyfriend?"

It took her a moment to respond, then from very far away her voice said. "Yes."

"Stacie, will you have sex with your boyfriend?"

Again, that far away, breathy voice. "No."

"And why not?"

She frowned. "Can't stop, thinking about my parents. The way they... raised me. Don't want to make God angry."

John rubbed his chin. She already wanted to have sex with him. Maybe he could make that stronger? But no, if he did that even if he overpowered her Christian upbringing she would just feel super guilty about it afterwards. Maybe if she had a different upbringing? The thought excited him a little. How many guys got to mold their girlfriends into the people they grew up to be?

"Alright Stacie, when did your parents start teaching you that sex was something shameful?"

Stacie thought about it for a second. "Fifth grade. They wouldn't let me go to the sex ed class. Said it was... shameful. All I needed to know... was to not have sex. I didn't even know what it meant - I just knew it was bad."

Alright, then he'd have to start earlier than that.

"Stacie, I want you to imagine you're on an elevator. Right now, you can see your current age, 19, there. Can you see it?"

"Yes."

"Alright, whenever you press a button for a floor, you'll become the age that floor represents. Now, I want you to press 18. How old are you?"

Stacie said, "I'm eighteen years old."

"Okay, and have you ever had a boyfriend?"

Stacie frowned. "No, my parents wouldn't let me."

Alright, the elevator seemed to be working.

"Stacie, press the button for the fifth floor. How old are you?"

Stacie's voice was a little higher pitched, more girlish. "I'm five years old."

"Stacie, when you wake up, you're going to be the same age you are now. When you look at me, you'll see me as your father. You won't worry about where your mother is. Also, whenever I say the words 'pay attention, baby girl', you'll suddenly find whatever I am telling you incredibly important and intersting. It'll be the sort of thing that you know will be important when you grow up, and your entire mind will be focused on remembering. And when I say 'good girl,' you'll feel incredibly pleased with yourself and know that you should repeat whatever you were doing in the future. If I say 'sleep, baby girl', you'll go back into the trance. Now tell me what's going to happen when you wake up?"

"I'll be... five," she repeated. "You'll be daddy. You'll teach me... important lessons."

"Good. Now, when I snap my fingers on the count of three, you'll wake up. One. Two. Three!"

Stacie sat up. She was sitting differently than she had before. The rigid, attentive posture she usually adopted as a college student was no where in sight. Instead, she was fidgeting in her seat, and kicking her legs impatiently.

"Um, daddy!" she said. "I'm bored. Can I go play?"

John didn't have any toys, so he pulled out his tablet and downloaded a coloring app. He gave it to her to keep her busy while he went to the closet to pull out the gifts he had intended to give her when the time was right.

When she was finished sloppily coloring in the page, and seemed to be getting bored, he said, "Do you want to play dress up?"

Stacie jumped up and down. "That sounds fun daddy!"

He showed her the first outfit he had intended to giver her someday as a gift. "Why don't you put this on?"

Stacie nodded eagerly. She started getting undressed, and John said, "Good girl."

She smiled at him. She had been undressing herself since she was 2, but it made her feel like a big girl to have daddy there complimenting her on her undressing.

She was a bit confused when she got down to a bra and underwear. She didn't wear things like this? Only really big girls like mommy wore this kind of stuff.

"Um, daddy," she said pouting. "I don't know how to take this thing off." She motioned to the bra.

"Here, let me help you," he said, "There's a good girl."

Hearing his words of praise made her feel so good. In fact, she rubbed her thighs together unconsciously. Hearing daddy say that was making her feel a little funny. It was a funny feeling in her tummy, and between her legs.

John leered at her when her top was finally off. He had never seen Stacie's breasts before, but they lived up to the wait.

"And you can take your underwear off, right? Good girl."

Stacie was standing before him completely naked for the first time. She didn't know why, but the funny feeling was getting stronger.

"Now pay attention, baby girl," he said. Her attention was laser-focused on his every word now. "Your body is beautiful. It's natural. God gave it to you so you could show it off to boys. It's good to be sexy."

She absorbed this important life lesson from daddy.

"Now, put on the clothes daddy got you." He handed over the gift.

She pulled out the skimpy school girl outfit he had gotten her. A skimpy white top, a pink plaid miniskirt and stockings. She put on the stockings and miniskirt and couldn't figure out the top.

John helped her tie the top on. When she was finished John beheld her in all her glory.

"Good girl," he said.

She bounced a little as joy filled her because of those words. Daddy liked the outfit she was wearing. She could especially tell because he watched her chest eagerly as she bounced.

"Pay attention, baby girl," he said. Again, he had her full attention. "You should wear clothes like this all the time. The more skin you show, the more boys will like you. And you want boys to like you."

Stacie nodded at daddy's wise words.

"Now, why don't we teach you about the birds and the bees?" John said. He pulled out the tablet, and closed out of the coloring app.

He pulled up some of his favorite porn videos.

"Now pay attention, baby girl," he said. "When you grow up, you're going to want to do everything that these women are doing. It's perfectly natural. God made sex pleasurable so you could have as much of it as possible."

Stacie gave her rapt attention to what she was watching. She had never seen anything like this before. The guys had thingies, and they were putting them in the women - and the women really seemed to like it. Stacie internalized what she was watching. It was good, God wanted her to do it. And she couldn't help but continue to notice that strange feeling in her tummy and between her legs - she paid attention to that as well.

Eventually, John thought she had seen enough. He said "Sleep, Baby Girl."

She slumped forward again.

"Stacie, what does the elevator say right now?"

"5."

"Alright, I want you to press the 10, and as the elevator takes you up, I want you to remember all the lessons daddy taught you. How old are you?"

"10."

John "And how do you feel about sex?"

"It's natural," she said in a dreamy voice. "God made it, and it's good. I should have as much as possible."

"Good, good," John said. "Now, I want you to press 16. How old are you?"

"16."

"Are you a virgin, Stacie?"

Stacie nodded.

"Do you want to remain a virgin?"

Stacie shook head, "No, sex is good. I should have it as soon as possible. God would want that."

John smiled. This was going better than he had ever dreamed.

"Stacie, I'm going to wake you up soon. You're still going to be 16. You're going to be incredibly horny. Every since puberty started for you, you've always felt so horny around boys. It's amazing you've stayed a virgin until now. When you wake up, you'll want nothing more than to fuck my brains out. Do you understand?"

Stacie nodded.

"Good, wake up when I snap my fingers. 1, 2, 3." He snapped.

Stacie opened her eyes, and gave John an unmistakable look. It was a look filled with lust and desire. She crawled towards him on the bed, and started pulling down his pants.

"Ooh, daddy. Your cock is so big!" she said, smiling.

John didn't know what to think about that. It seemed he had forgotten to remove the command for her to think of him as daddy.

Stacie smiled. "I've been thinking of this moment for so long daddy! Why don't you feel how wet I am just thinking of you?" She grabbed his hand and guided it underneath her skirt.

If the daddy command was still in play. Then were the other ones as well?

"Wow, you really are wet. Good girl!"

Stacie felt a wave of pleasure wash over her at those words.

"Why don't you show daddy your sexy little body?" John said.

Stacie gave him a seductive look, and started taking off her top. She did it slowly, and deliberately, giving him a little show.

"Good girl," John softly said when her breasts finally became visible. He had seen them earlier tonight, but she had been a kid mentally then. Now she was a little more mature, and clearly knew how to use what mother nature had equipped her for.

The words caused another wave of pleasure to wash over Stacie. It mixed with the raw anticipation and lust she was feeling in the moment. Daddy was pleased with her. She liked pleasing daddy.

She moved on to her stockings. She seductively removed them.

John's cock had been at attention before, but he almost couldn't control himself as he watched her do this.

"Good girl."

She almost couldn't take this new wave of pleasure. She just wanted to fuck him so bad, but he liked this lead up. And if daddy liked this lead up, she liked it as well. She could be patient for daddy. At least for a little while longer.

Finally, Stacie removed her skirt and panties. She was before John in all her glory.

"Oh, daddy. Do you like what you see?"

John nodded.

"Then say it!" she said excitedly.

"Say what," he said?

"Say that thing you always say... Y'know the thing that makes me feel so yummy and good all over my body!"

John smiled.

"Good girl."

Stacie pounced on him. They were soon fucking like animals.

"Oh, daddy! Don't stop. Harder! Harder!" she said.

"Good girl!" he said panting. "Fuck, is this really your first time?"

Stacie gave him a naughty smile. All of this was new to her, but every part of her body and mind knew that she needed this. That she had to do this again. And again.

Stacie felt the pleasure build and rise. It continued, mixing with the pleasure of John's constant praise until she was a potent knot of primal emotions, ready to be undone. Daddy's fucking, his loving was almost too much for her - what was she supposed to do with something this intense? But then, all at once, the knot came undone - and she realized how naive she had been. The pleasure of the build up paled in comparison to this - the orgasm played across her body like an electric current turning her into a quivering, shivering, sweaty puddle of senseless lust and bestial instincts.

Her expression was unmistakable, John knew exactly what she was feeling right now.

"Good girl," he said.

She wasn't done however, and his words sent her into overdrive. The two of them continued to fuck, and John gave her another orgasm better than the first.

"I'm close," John said. "Keep it up!"

Stacie's pussy was in complete control now - she didn't know if she could have stopped even he had asked at this point. She could feel herself close to a third orgasm, so she kept on moving like the lithe nymph that she was, and soon-

John's face twisted into a short gasp, and he was pumping her full of his cum. Thankfully, Stacie managed to crest and reach a third orgasm nearly simultaneous to this.

"Good girl," he said, collapsing back onto the bed.

Stacie gave him a little time to recover, but then she thought it was time for round two. Losing her virginity had shown her exactly what she was missing out on this whole time.

"Oh, daddy!" she giggled. "That was so much fun. Why don't we do that again?"

She lowered her mouth to his cock. "I think I need to wake little daddy up again!" she said, and moved her lips to daddy's cock.

"Good girl," John said.

Soon, his cock was at full attention again, and Stacie continued sucking and licking. She was clearly a little inexperienced, but every time she modified her technique for the better he said "good girl" and it wasn't long before her technique matched her enthusiasm.

It wasn't long before he came again, and when she swallowed he couldn't say anything but "Good girl."

Stacie beamed with pride. She was making daddy so happy.

She was almost ready to start round three, but John was just about tapped out.

When she tried to crawl on top of him one last time, he said, "Sleep, baby girl."

She slumped forward.

"Alright, Stacie. I want you to press 19 on the elevator - remember all the experiences you had just now. As the elevator rises, imagine how your life would have gone with those thoughts and experiences as part of your life. They're your past, they're a part of who you are now. How old are you?"

"19."

"Okay, are you a virgin, Stacie?"

She shook her head, "No."

"When did you lose your virginity?"

"Three years ago, when I was 16."

John smiled. "And who is your boyfriend now?"

"John," she said.

"And do you want to have sex with you boyfriend?"

"Yes," she said, biting her lips.

"And will you have sex with your boyfriend from now on?"

"Yes," she said.

"And will you feel guilty about having sex?"

"No," she said. "God made sex pleasurable so we would have it as much as possible."

"Good," John said. "When you wake up, I'll go back to being your boyfriend John. The way you feel at this moment will be your new life now. It has always been your life. Now wake up when I snap on three. 1, 2, 3." He snapped.

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Stacie was insatiable after that. If before, she was barely comfortable with kissing, afterwards she couldn't get enough sex. She demanded it in the morning, in breaks between classes, and at night. In addition, she went shopping and soon had a new wardrobe of revealing outfits that she wouldn't have been caught dead in before.

John loved the changes, but thought he might have overdone things, and thought he might fine tune her one day, but he had to admit that there were worse problems than his girlfriend wanting too much sex. That was what he thought for a long time, until one week he asked that they take a break, for his sake. Stacie had seemed disappointed, but nodded.

However, when he went back to their apartment that night, she was no where to be seen.

And she wasn't there the next day either. She didn't show up in any of the classes they shared either.

Feeling worried, he called her, but nobody picked up the phone. Thankfully, she had given him permission to install an app that let him GPS track her phone, so pulled up the app and he went to the building her phone was now in. It was student housing in the cheaper part of town. He managed to tailgate someone and get inside, and then he followed the GPS tracker to a room.

He put his ear to the door, and heard moaning.

John's heart was pounding at this point. What was on the other side of the door? Part of him felt that he knew, but the other part wanted to stay ignorant.

Still, he needed to see the other side of that door. He tried the handle, and to his surprise it turned. The door was unlocked.

He walked inside, and saw an apartment that unmistakably belonged to one of their university's student athletes. Protein powder, and barbells were the first thing he saw. There were posters of football players. And in the center of that studio apartment, there was a bed. And on that bed were two people. A guy who was a foot taller than John and made of muscle, and-

"Stacie! How could you?" John said, the hurt and sense of betrayal clearly audible in his voice.

Stacie looked at him oddly. She could tell he was upset, but she couldn't for the life of her understand why. Maybe it was-

"Uh, I'm sorry that I didn't call, but I've been pretty busy the last two days. As you can see," she giggled looking at the stranger beside her.

For his part, the stranger seemed apologetic. "Look, I'm sorry dude. If I had known she was your girlfriend, I wouldn't have fucked her."

Stacie laughed at those words. "Did I wake up in crazy town?" she said. "Why wouldn't you have fucked me? Sex is totally natural! God wants us to have as much of it as possible."

Both men looked shocked at her words. Stacie read the room, and realized that what she said was strange in some way.

She shook her head, finally understanding, "Ah, I guess you two just aren't Christian."