The Magic Charm Ch 05

This is a work of fiction. This story involves a man controlling the minds and actions of young women he meets through the use of an ancient magic charm. Every one of the women enjoy the experience, but none of them remembers anything about it afterwards. If any of that disturbs you, then you should stop reading now. Any similarity to real names or real people is coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome, but please read the story to the end before you comment.

My philosophy is that a story should be like a woman's skirt. It should be long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to keep it interesting. I try to do that in my stories. You may or may not agree with me as to where I should end a story, but know that I end each story where I think it should end. If you haven't already figured it out from the previous chapter, Peter (the main character) is really only interested in the sexual side of these girls, so don't expect much in the way of background.

Nobody in this story was under 18 when they had sex.

Peter was loving his life. The charm had completely changed everything for him. He no longer had to worry about if he could get laid (which had only been a dream before he bought the charm). Now, all he had to do was find out a girl's name, and then give her silent commands to determine her status.

If she was a virgin, he could command her to have sex with him with no threat of bringing future responsibilities onto himself. The girls would love the experience while it was happening, and they would remember nothing about him afterwards. Of course, since he was directing the girls, he made sure that they were active sex partners, making the experience better for him too.

It was simple. Of course, he always had to take precautions to ensure that nobody saw them together, but that was fairly simple too. Peter had the windows on his Buick tinted, so he could see out while nobody outside of the car could see in. His new house was in a secluded area, with large wooded lots, so he didn't really have any really close neighbors, at least none that could see his house from their own homes. With his automatic garage door opener, he was able to bring young ladies to his home without anybody seeing anything.

Peter was doing very well designing computer games. It had brought in a lot of money, and he was doing very well financially. It made it easy to afford everything he had. He had no debts, and his investment accounts were rapidly growing. Anything he made from the games went directly into his investments, and he had invested well.

Peter was sitting in his office one morning, when he decided to go to the downtown area of his town. There weren't many shopping opportunities there, but he had found that the area around the small park in the town square rich pickings for meeting virgins. He had learned this trick from another of his dreams.

In the dream, he (or the man whose experience he was viewing) was walking through a park, when he saw a beautiful girl walking toward him. She was alone, so he knew that she was a possible conquest. As she approached, he stopped and asked her name. The girl looked up and shyly answered, "Darma, Sir."

"Well, Darma," he replied. "You are a beautiful girl." He silently commanded her to take a step back, which she did. He then silently commanded her to scratch her nose, which she also did. He asked, "Do you live in this city, Darma?"

"No Sir," she responded. "I am on my way to Berlin to meet my grandparents. The train has been delayed, and it will be a few days before it is able to move. That was why I decided to take a walk."

He then gave her a silent command to tell him everything about her, whether she was traveling with others or alone, and whether anybody would miss her for a couple of days. It turned out that Darma was traveling alone (something unusual for a girl during that time), and that nobody would miss her unless she missed the train when it was able to move.

Darma suddenly wanted to go with this man to his home. He had never mentioned his name, so she wasn't sure why she was going with him, but she was sure it was the right thing to do. When they got to his house, she noticed that it wasn't a large home, but that it was an average-sized family home for the time.

When they entered the home, he took her coat, and hung it and his own up on a rack next to the door. He then took her through the house to a large bedroom. She asked, "Where is your wife?" and he told her that his wife had died of some disease the year before. She immediately felt embarrassed for asking, and decided to be quiet.

He gave her silent commands to get undressed and get into the bed, while he went into the next room. She wasn't sure why she was getting undressed in a stranger's home, but she thought it must be okay, since she would otherwise have to sleep in a cramped berth in the train. When she got down to her chemise and panties, she was about to get under the sheets, but she suddenly knew she had to remove everything first. When Darma was naked, she crawled in the bed and tried to sleep.

When he came back into the room, she had her eyes closed and was snuggled down under the covers. He commanded her to keep her eyes closed, but that she would feel very good soon. He was also naked when he slipped in next to her in the bed. She startled when she first felt his body against hers, but he settled her with further commands. By the time he was suckling her nipples, she was fully accepting his advances. It all felt wonderful to her.

Because her eyes were closed, she couldn't actually see what he was doing, but she could feel. As he suckled her nipples, his hand went to her pussy and started to play there. He rubbed her until she was moaning, and then he lined his cock up with her hymen and pushed through into her vagina. She gasped in pain as he tore through her hymen, but no other sound came from her. He immediately started fucking her hard, and it was evident to Peter that she wasn't getting much out of the experience.

However, all Peter could do was watch and learn, so that was what he did. The man he was watching was rough in his actions with the girl, but somehow, she still started to respond to his thrusts up into her pussy. Peter was amazed to see her responding to his rough play with moans of pleasure, and by the time he climaxed inside of her, she was having her own orgasm, albeit a small one.

The man bred Darma several times before getting her a bucket of water to clean herself. Once she was clean, he had her dress and took her back to the train. Of course, she would remember nothing of the experience, even though she was now pregnant with his baby. He instructed her to allow one of the men in her train car to sleep with her in her berth that night and do anything he wished. He erased her memory of him, and sent her back onto the train.

Peter wasn't sure what he was supposed to learn from this. He had seen that Darma had enjoyed the coupling in the end, even though she had been treated roughly, but Peter didn't ever want to be in that position himself. Although none of the girls he had been with would ever remember anything about him or the experience, he wanted to make sure that they thoroughly enjoyed the experience while it was happening.

So, Peter was walking through the town square when he looked up and saw her walking toward him. If he hadn't just had the dream the night before, he probably wouldn't have recognized her, but he did. He stopped, and as she approached, he asked her name.

She looked up and replied, "Do I know you?"

Peter smiled and said, "No, but I would like to. You are beautiful."

The girl smiled and blushed. "My name is Dorothy. What is yours?"

He replied, "Peter," and then he gave her two quick silent commands. She responded to both, so he knew that she was his. He then silently commanded her to go with him to his home, and she nodded and took his hand. Peter led her back to his car, where he opened the passenger-side door for her.

Peter then had her give him a detailed description of herself and her life. It turned out that she was taking the bus across the country to visit her grandparents in Los Angeles. Peter felt a sense of Déjà vu. However, Peter would make sure that Dorothy absolutely enjoyed her experience with him.

It turned out the Dorothy had been traveling on the bus for two days, and had decided to stop in this town for a break in the journey. She said that a couple of guys on the bus had tried (unsuccessfully) to get overly friendly with her when she tried to sleep on the bus the night before, so she wanted to let them move on before she started her trip again. Besides, it was too uncomfortable trying to sleep on the bus.

Dorothy had grown up on her parents' farm, and had been raised in a very conservative Christian environment. She knew nothing about the world, and she wanted to know more. That was why she decided to visit her grandparents in California. Of course, her parents were NOT happy, but she had graduated from high school, and she had saved her own money for the trip, so she went anyway.

By the time they reached Peter's home, he knew pretty much everything about Dorothy. He was also giving her silent commands, so she would fall in love with him and do whatever he wished. She was such an innocent that she thought she was living in a fairy tale, and Peter was obviously her prince. Peter suddenly realized that the man in the dream WAS a prince. The small home he took Darma to was NOT his real home, but was just for that purpose. It was a revelation.

Peter escorted Dorothy into his home from the garage. Of course, she hadn't been paying attention to where they were, so she had no idea where his home was. Once inside, he hung up her coat and set her backpack down next to the coat rack. He then took her into his bedroom. Instead of having her undress like in the dream, Peter leaned in for a kiss. He knew this would be her first kiss, so he made it special.

"Wow," she exclaimed. "That was wonderful. Can I have another?"

Peter knew that he had done well, and leaned in again. This time, her hands came up behind his head. She was obviously loving this. He had already given her silent commands to do whatever he wanted, so he didn't hesitate to bring his hands up to her breasts as they kissed. When she gasped, he slid his tongue into her mouth, and she was soon sucking on it.

He continued the kiss, and his hands were busy unbuttoning her blouse and removing it from her shoulders. Dorothy cooperated by moving her arms to allow the blouse's removal and then bringing them back to his head. This kiss was magic, so he had to be her prince. His finger next unhooked her bra and it dropped as well. Next came her slacks and panties, and soon all of her clothes were puddled on the floor next to her feet.

Peter backed her up to the side of his bed, centering her bottom on the towel he had placed earlier. And leaned her back over the bed. He then gave her the silent command to undress him. Dorothy had no idea where this thought had come from, but she wanted to see Peter's body without his clothes, and she immediately started undressing him. First came his shirt, then his pants, and finally his boxers joined everything else on the floor. All the while, she kept kissing him passionately.

When he was naked, he leaned over her, so her nipples were pressed against his chest. He broke the kiss to kiss his way past her ear lobes and down her neck to her breasts. It wasn't until she felt his lips close over her nipple that Dorothy actually realized that she was naked. She immediately blushed, but his lips felt so good on her nipple, she couldn't help but pull his head toward her breast. Of course, Peter didn't mind. He enjoyed a woman who appreciated his stimulations of her body.

Peter moved back and forth between her nipples, giving each its fair share of attention, while also paying attention to the tender flesh surrounding her areolas. Dorothy lost all track of time as Peter suckled her breasts, and Peter was loving it as well. Suckling a woman's breasts was one of his favorite activities. And, often as not, his suckling her breasts would result in at least a minor orgasm, which was beneficial for later activities.

Dorothy started to shudder as he continued to suckle her breasts. Of course, it didn't hurt that his hands were busy rubbing her pussy, alternating between her labia, her vaginal entrance and her clitoris. She felt like she was falling into a pit of pleasure, and she didn't want it to stop. Once Peter noticed the beginnings of her orgasm, he trailed his kisses down across her tummy to her pussy.

When Peter's lips settled on her clitoris, she just about came unglued. It was the most intense thing she had ever felt. He switched back and forth between her clitoris and her labia while his finger slowly pushed into through hymen. The hole wasn't very big to start with, but it gradually stretched.

Peter continued to lick and suck Dorothy's labia and clitoris as he pushed his finger through her hymen and into her vagina. Once he had his finger all the way in, he rubbed her G-spot with it while sucking her labia and clitoris with his mouth. Peter could feel her vaginal muscles starting to spasm, so he backed out a little and returned with two fingers. Dorothy was already experiencing her orgasm, so she barely felt the sting of his fingers stretching her hymen out.

Once he was able to insert two fingers, he once again rubbed her G-spot, further stoking her building orgasm. Peter decided it was time to bring his cock into the action. He slid up enough to line his cock up with her hymen, and pushed through in one stroke. Dorothy didn't realize what was happening until his cock was pressing firmly against her cervix. Even then, there was only a slight sting and then the feeling of being filled.

Peter directed Dorothy to counter his thrusts, and by the third stroke, she was meeting each of his thrusts with her own. Peter really liked it when a girl was so enthusiastic in her response. It felt great to bottom out against her cervix with every thrust, and he loved her vaginal walls trying to milk his sperm from his cock at the same time.

Since Dorothy was already having an orgasm, it didn't take too long before she had dragged Peter into orgasmic bliss as well. When he felt his seed rising, he pressed his cock against her cervix as he possibly could, and pumped load after load of his sperm deep into her womb. That actually caused Dorothy's orgasm to jump up a level, and she was in total meltdown. Peter was amazed by how her body was shaking and contracting around his cock. It was a great feeling to have her body so active as wave after wave of pleasure swept through her.

What had Peter learned from this experience? First of all, he learned to always pay attention to the dreams. He never knew when they would reveal themselves as parallels in his life. Second, he learned to never take an opportunity for granted. He probably wouldn't have even noticed the girl in the park, if she hadn't looked just like the girl in his dream. Third, he learned to make the most of each experience. The girl in his dream hadn't gotten much out of her first time due to the incompetence or uncaring attitude of her seducer. Peter would always give the girl the best experience he was capable of. That effort would likely pay huge dividends in the end.

Dorothy was starting to rejoin Peter as her orgasm finally faded. It appeared that all she wanted was to kiss and cuddle and tell him how much she loved him. Peter had other ideas. His cock was still hard inside of her vagina, and he knew that he had at least one more climax in him, if not more. He started to slowly slide his cock in and out of Dorothy's pussy, and she soon caught on to what he was doing. She wanted to please him, so she was soon meeting each of his thrusts with her own counter-thrusts.

Peter pulled Dorothy's legs up to where they were first draped over his shoulders. That provided a pretty good angle into her vagina, but not the best. For that, Peter leaned over her until her legs were doubled back to her arms. He pulled her body until her butt was slightly off the edge of the bed, which not only provided the perfect angle, but allowed his cock to reach new depths inside of her pussy.

Now, his cock was pressing against her cervix more with every thrust, until at last, her cervix began to give for his cock to attain new depths. At first, it was somewhat uncomfortable for Dorothy, but she soon got used to it and was pressing her cervix against the tip of his cock with every stroke.

Dorothy thought she must look like a pretzel, but if this was what Peter wanted, then this would be what she gave him. His cock was large, but it was achieving maximum depth with every thrust, and it wasn't long before he pressed his cock against her cervix and started pumping his sperm deep into her womb and beyond. That set Dorothy off again, and she felt more waves of pleasure wash through her body. It wasn't as strong as her previous orgasm, but it was still good.

Once their orgasms subsided, Peter and Dorothy both fell asleep. Peter rolled to the side, and Dorothy rolled with him, trying to keep the connection between their bodies. Being at the edge of the bed, though, meant that they had to reposition to the center to get any sleep. A few hours later, Peter woke up and decided to check his cell phone for bus schedules. It turned out that there were three buses the next day that Dorothy could catch that would take her to Los Angeles. He chose the bus for late in the afternoon, and figured out what time he would need to get her to the station to catch the bus.

When Dorothy woke in the early morning, she wanted to get closer to Peter. He was her prince, after all. She wanted to be as close to him as possible. She ended up backed up against him in a spoon position, with her butt up against his cock. Of course, it wasn't long before his cock hardened and was between her inner thighs.

It only took a slight adjustment on Dorothy's part, and his cock was once again sliding into her wet vagina. That was exactly where she wanted it. Peter was still asleep at first, but her pussy sliding up and down his cock soon woke him. As soon as he realized what was happening, he thrust even deeper into her pussy, which caused her to gasp in surprise.

Peter pulled her up into the doggy position and started slamming his cock into her pussy. She was really wet this morning, and he took full advantage. Dorothy actually had a head start in the orgasm department, and she felt small waves of pleasure surging through her shortly after they started fucking.

Peter could feel her vaginal walls rippling around his cock, but it still took him a while before he finally felt his seed start to rise. He pressed firmly against her cervix and pumped spurt after spurt of his sperm deep into her womb. Even after his orgasm waned, he could still feel her vaginal walls trying to milk the sperm from his cock. He knew that she was really enjoying the experience. Bodies don't lie.

They fell asleep for another hour, but then Peter suggested that they go to a Denny's for breakfast. They got a shower together (yes, there was more sex), and then they went to breakfast. When they were done, Peter took Dorothy back to his house. They made love three more times before it was time for Peter to take her to the bus station.

When it was time, Peter started giving Dorothy silent commands. After they parted, she wouldn't remember anything about him or their time together. She would only remember that she had to get to Los Angeles to visit her grandparents. He also gave her instructions for her bus trip. She was to take a back seat in the bus, where it would be dark. If any guy made advances toward her, she would let him do whatever he wanted with her. It would be dark most of the time during the trip, so nobody would see what was going on in the back of the bus. Peter told her that she was going to see how many times during the night she could get a man to fill her with sperm.