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A Triple-header Surprise (3 stories)
Short Stories # 18-20
(Collection #3)
by Tom Bombadil (c) Jun 1997
Hypno-Twist - [ F/F, mc (maybe) ]
A Massage Surprise [ F/F ]
Watching 2 [ M/F ]
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These are purely works of fiction, with all characters and actions
described by me coming straight out of my imagination. As works of
fiction, they do not condone or condemn any of the activities or
actions described, nor do they relate to any type of real events in
my life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends or
relatives.
You've been warned.
I give permission for anyone to archive or share these stories.
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** Hypno-Twist - [ F/F, mc (maybe) ]
Tom stood there, shocked right down to his toes. They were ignoring
him - completely ignoring him!
"Aardvark!" he said again, almost shouting this time.
As before, all three beautiful girls - big blonde Aisha, the petite
Japanese girl Mai, and tall, slender Roseanne - paid him absolutely
no attention.
"What the hell is going on?" Tom asked the room in general. He had
spent six months studying hypnosis in the college library, then
another one carefully bringing these three co-eds under his
control. Four days ago, they bared their all and let him fondle,
suck, and lick their breasts to his heart's content. Today, he had
expected to finally go all the way with one of them. And now this.
"Hyena!" he tried, with no better result.
"Peppermint avocados," said a female voice from somewhere behind
him. The three women instantly stopped talking and sat still.
Tom turned to see Barbara, the one girl from that dorm room he
hadn't bothered with. Plain, skinny, and without much makeup, she
didn't meet what he thought of as his new standards.
"They're mine now, not yours. Girls, carry on as though we aren't
here, except to obey my commands." Barbara gave Tom a small,
self-satisfied smile.
"What the fuck?" He was totally confused.
"Tom, you're a rank amateur at hypnosis. I'm an expert. Three days
ago, I saw what you were doing and decided to step in. They'll do
anything I say. Just like you."
"What? You did this?"
"Yep. I took out all your programming and replaced it with my own.
Then I hypnotized you. You wouldn't believe some of the things
you've done recently. Like last night, when you stripped naked in
the back of the cafeteria."
Tom, shocked right to his core, turned white as a ghost. That
wasn't much of a change, since he was a tall, skinny redhead, and
was pale from a lack of sun.
"No way!"
Barbara smiled again. "Want proof? Aisha, take off your panties
and pull up your skirt. Act as though nothing is happening, no
matter what anyone else does."
Her blonde roommate did as she was told without missing a beat in
their conversation.
"Mai, I want you to make Aisha cum. Use your fingers in her
crotch."
Tom stared, dumbfounded, as the girls obeyed her commands. The
only break in their chatter was when the big blonde lost it for a
few seconds, gasping out her release.
"Holy Keerist!" was Tom's reaction.
"Tom, I can make you do anything I want, whenever I want, wherever
I want. But I prefer my men conscious and aware. You're much more
interesting this way."
"No way! I don't believe you! I've never been hypnotized in my
life!"
"You want more proof? How about the underwear you were wearing
yesterday?" She pulled a pair of patterned men's boxer shorts from
her purse. "Good enough? Or how about the pair you wore the day
before." Another pair was produced. He recognized both as his
own.
"But -- but -- but --" he stuttered.
"Just obey, and I won't force you to run naked through the main
concourse. And believe me, I could make you do it."
Tom stared hard at the skinny woman, all kinds of wild thoughts
running through his head. He knew, though, from his experiences
with the other three ladies, that even an amateur like him could
make them do things they would never even consider doing normally.
And, seeing the proof in front of his eyes, he realized Barbara had
expertise far beyond his own. She had accomplished as much in three
days as he had managed to do in a month. It had taken him four days
and three attempts to hypnotize Aisha the first time, and that was
only to the very lightest of trances. The first attempt went so
badly that she had sworn at him and slapped his face. Then there
was the matter of his underwear and how she got hold of them. He
didn't even remember being hypnotized.
With a groan, Tom's head dropped. He knew he was trapped, and
expected to suffer for what he had done to her roommates. Fighting
the inevitable would only bring on more trouble, he thought. With
time, though, he figured he could find some way out of the mess he
was in. "What do you want?"
"For now, I want you to go to your room, take off all your clothes,
and wait for me. I'll be along shortly to lay out the ground rules
for what could be a very pleasant relationship - at least, for me.
Move it! Now! Before I make you strip first!"
There was a look of fear in his eyes as he practically ran from the
room. Barbara, looking out through the window, saw him walking
quickly across the concourse towards his dorm.
"He's gone, girls," said Barbara. "You can relax now."
"Well?" asked Aisha, as she pulled on her panties. "Do you think
it worked? Were we convincing enough?"
"I think," replied the skinny girl, "that we've got him halfways
hooked. If we're careful, he'll be completely mine in a few days.
A few more of these demonstrations should do it."
"Hey, at least try to stay away from the lewd stuff." That was
from Mai. She was wiping her fingers on a napkin. "Pretending to
make Aisha cum in front of that dweeb was pretty embarrassing."
The petite woman looked at Aisha for a few seconds, seeing something
strange in her face. "It was a fake, wasn't it?"
Aisha smiled and blushed. When Mai saw that, she did the same,
adding an "Oh, shit."
"What do you see in that nerd anyway?" asked Roseanne. "I mean,
he's almost a social pariah, hardly the kind of guy you want to take
home to mother. He's probably even a virgin!"
Barbara shrugged. "I don't know. There's just something about him
that turns me on. And if he is a virgin, he won't be for much
longer. That's a promise!"
"Well," continued the tall brunette, "you owe us big for this one.
A whole month going along with that bull, pretending to be
hypnotized, getting naked, and even letting him paw my poor boobs."
"Yep. I owe you three guys, and I owe Steve, Tom's roommate. Try
not to be too, uh, creative, thinking about the payback I promised.
Please?"
"We promise," said Mai. "At least, we won't make you do what that
jerk was planning on making us do."
"Thanks, I think. Don't worry about him. I'll get even for what
he's done so far. I'd better go. I don't want to give him too much
time to think."
"You got those photos my brother doctored up for you?"
"Of course, Aisha. Seeing pictures of himself actually posing naked
in the cafeteria should help convince him that I can make him do
anything. I'll see you guys later. Thanks again!"
<Fin>
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** A Massage Surprise [ F/F ]
Shelly lay face down on the towel, eyes closed, golden skin
glistening with drops of sweat, her blonde hair, all but the few
locks sticking to her neck and face, pulled up into a temporary
bun. With her head pillowed on her forearms, she waited in the
semi-darkened room. The only thing covering her body was a
too-small towel draped across her bottom.
First, there was the sound of a door opening and closing, then light
footsteps, and finally a drawer opening and closing. Shelly gasped
slightly as the first squirt of cool lotion hit her back. Soft
hands began rubbing the ointment in, spreading it from the tops of
her buttocks to her shoulders. When done, they began a much firmer
kneading of all the muscles and joints visible. Still lying on that
narrow table with her eyes closed, she occasionally whimpered when a
particularly tight knot was found, and sighed when those same hands
ran up and down across her narrow waist, stopping only when they
reached the edge of the towel.
Sooner than she wanted, the person behind her shifted down to begin
working on her feet. Slowly and methodically, they worked their
way up one leg, then the other, again stopping just at the edge of
the towel.
"Come on," said Shelly rather quietly, "you've got to do all of
me."
With that, she raised her hips and swung them from side to side,
continuing until the towel slid off and landed on the floor. Her
bare buttocks, white even in the subdued lighting, contrasted
sharply with the light gold of the rest of her body. Hard and
well-defined from years of running, her two half-moons invited
touch and exploration.
There was a long pause before those strong, feminine hands
continued their work, beginning at the sides of her hips, then
making their way higher and higher until both globes had been
equally worked over. All the while, Shelly's knees were slowly
moving apart, stopping only when they reached the limits of the
table.
"Don't stop now," she moaned. "The insides of my thighs, right
at the top, are really tight. Please give them the attention they
need."
Shelly arched her back slightly, raising her hips off the table,
opening up everything to view. A slight hiss, coming from someone
sucking air in through their teeth, was the only sound made as her
pink, shaved lips and mound became fully visible for the first
time.
Tentatively at first, then with increasing confidence and pressure,
strong fingers kneaded, pulled, and stroked the tendons and muscles
on the backs and insides of her legs, from mid-thigh to crotch.
The way Shelly wiggled and shifted made it impossible for those
hands to not occasionally touch her most intimate places.
"Quit teasing me!" Shelly spoke quietly but forcefully. "I've been
looking forward to this all week!"
The massage paused for a moment. Her wiggling didn't.
"Please!" she groaned. Only then did a finger touch her labia.
There was no hesitation on Shelly's part as she stroked herself on
that digit, moving her hips up and down to do so.
"More," she groaned.
A second finger, then a third, was added, and they began their own
stroking. The first one began working its way in between those
well-lubricated lips.
"Yessss. Oh, that feels so gooood. Mmmmh!" That delving probe
found its target - a small, hard, fleshy knob. Shelly's movements
changed slightly, shifting to keep that implement of delight in
light contact with her engorged clit as the digit moved within the
folds of her womanhood.
Her breathing started getting faster and shallower, then stopped
altogether for a few seconds. One of those manipulators had slipped
up inside.
"Ohhhhhhh, God," was her response, accompanied by a slight increase
in the tempo of her hip movements. Each exhale was now accompanied
by a slight whine. Fingers and hips were moving in synchrony, both
working towards the same goal. Several had invaded her innermost
being, while the first still maintained a feather-light touch on her
most sensitive organ.
Shelly gasped, then exhaled and gasped again. Her movements became
rather uncoordinated and jerky for several seconds. Finally, she
relaxed and lay flat, snapping her legs sharply together and
trapping that hand, with those fingers still inside, between them.
"Oh, that was nice, Carol. The best ever. Thank you."
"You're welcome." Shelly's slitted eyes popped wide open as that
stranger's voice, bubbly with youthful enthusiasm, continued
behind her. "But my name's Jennifer. Carol's off sick today, so
I'm filling in. She did say she had some unique customers, but I
never really expected this on my first day ..."
<Fin>
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** Watching 2 [ M/F ]
Janice: (<Whispering>) "<Oh God, Harry, that feels so good!>"
Harold is behind Janice, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy.
He's being as quiet as he can as he does so.
J: "Nnnn-nggg-ggg-ohhhhh..."
H: "<Shhh. What are they doing now?>"
J: "<He's got her on all fours on the edge of the bed and he's
taking her from behind in the pussy. His cock's so huge,
he's taking such long strokes, she's almost bouncing up in the air
every time he hits bottom!>"
Harold keeps pumping, reaching around to pull on his wife's
nipples.
J: "<You like that, Harry? You like it when I say dirty words?
When I tell you about the *filthy* things they're doing?>"
His only response is to give her a few extra-hard strokes.
J: "Ohhhhh, yesssss!"
H: "<Shhh!>"
J: "<They've moved. He's on his back now, and she's got him in
her mouth. She's taking the whole thing! My lord, it's got to
reach half way to her stomach! Wait ... yes, he's got a dildo,
and he's shoving it in and out of her twat. He's fucking her
with a dildo while she's sucking him all the way to the root.
That feels nice, Harry. Do it a bit harder.>"
Harold starts putting a little more effort into each thrust. His
hips begin to make wet, slapping sounds as they hit the backs of
her legs.
J: "<Now they're rolling around. What the ...? Oh, God! Harry!
She's got a dildo too, and she's sticking it up his ass!>"
H: "<Unnnh, Janice, this is so good, I don't think I can hold off
much longer!>"
J: "<Then stick it in my ass now, Harry. I want to feel you
pumping all that hot sticky stuff into my guts!>"
He pulls out, lubricates, then starts pushing at her back hole.
J: "<Slow and easy, oooh, that's the way. Oh. OH! Stop for a
minute, let me get used to you being in there. You aren't exactly
small, you know!>"
H: "<So you keep telling me.>" Harold shifts a bit to a slightly
more comfortable position, but doesn't lose his rhythm. "<What
are they doing now?>"
J: "<They've moved again. They're still sixty-nining, but now he's
on top. He's fucking her face with that log he calls a cock, going
all the way in on every stroke. I can see the lump in her throat
when he pushes down! And now he's got both dildos. One is in her
cunt, the other one's in her ass, and he's pumping them both in and
out in time to his fucking. Start doing me now, it's feeling
good.>"
H: "<Lord, you're tight back here. It's not gonna be long before I
pop. Here, let me at that clitty of yours.>"
Janice lifted and bent her left leg until Harold had free and easy
access to what they both wanted him to play with.
J: "<Ohhh, yessss, you do that nice. Keep pumping hard, I'm close
too.>"
They keep at it like that for a few minutes.
H: "<Oh god, I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna fill your ass with cum!>"
J: "<Do it! Do it now! Oh god, he's pulled out of her mouth!
He's squirting all over her face and tits! Four, five, six! Six
big squirts, and now he's rubbing it into her skin with his
prick!>"
H: "<I'm c-cumming!>"
Harold pushes hard into his wife's ass several times, but keeps
rubbing her clit.
J: "<Don't stop! I'm so close, I'm - I - >"
J: "I'm cummmiiiiIIIIIIIII<mmmmmph>!"
Harold clamps his hand over his wife's mouth as she squeals in
ecstasy, muffling the noise.
H: "<Shhhh!>"
Janice continues to moan and groan through her climax, but a little
less loudly. They settle down, and she relaxes back into his arms.
He's still semi-hard and still in her ass. She wriggles a bit
to feel him move.
J: "<That was nice. Do you think they heard us?>"
Both are silent for a moment.
H: "<I don't hear anything. No, the twins are probably still
asleep.>"
J: "<Good. You know, one of these days we're gonna have to get you
glasses you can wear to bed.>"
H: "<Either that or we get a much bigger TV.>"
<Fin>
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