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The following story contains themes of explicit sex.  If you're not old
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                                  "The Bet"


        If you had asked any guy on campus what his fantasy was, he'd have 
said it would be screwing Nancy.  I got to experience this fantasy, but it 
wasn't due to any skill on my part.
        She was in my psych class.  Big deal, so were thirty others.  But 
she sat there in front, and the guys just stared at her back, ignoring the 
lectures.  We were undressing her in our minds.
        And she knew it.
        Carrie, my girlfriend, was in the same class.  She would get really 
pissed at us, sitting there ogling Nancy.  But she knew that Nancy would 
never put out for us, so there was no real problem.
        My birthday was coming up, as was a psych midterm.  One day, out 
of the blue, Carrie asked me if I would like a very special treat for my 
birthday.  I said yes.  Wouldn't you?
        We were studying for the psych test, Carrie and I, the day before 
my birthday.  There was a chapter on hypnotism, and there would be 
questions on the test.  So, we wound up talking about hypnotism.
        Somehow, Carrie started coming across like Ms. Hypnotism Expert.  I 
just laughed as she explained to me how people could be made to do all 
kinds of things while hypnotized.  I mean, yeah, I know what the book says, 
but this was all just in the mind, right?  Come on.  It's bullshit.
        Carrie got mad, and started saying how dense I was not to 
understand the power that hypnosis held.  I laughed in her face.
        Bad move.  Carrie has always had a short temper.
        That's when the bet was made.
        Carrie bet me one hundred dollars that she could hypnotize me.  I 
took the bet, knowing there was no way in hell it would work.  I just 
didn't believe in that stuff, and I wasn't worried at all.
        I should have been.
        So I said, OK, Carrie, do it.  Hypnotize me.  Here I am.  She 
frowned, and said, no, we would do it tomorrow after the test.  I knew I 
had her, she was scared to try it!  HAH!
        So the next day, we took the midterm.  I found myself staring at 
Nancy's back for inspiration.  There were several hypnotism questions, and 
even though I didn't believe in it, I at least knew what the book had said.
        I knew I passed.  Happy birthday to me.
        Birthday!  Carrie had promised me something special.  Catching up 
to her after class, I asked her about it.  She said that first, we had to 
settle our bet.  So, we went to her dorm room.
        We had been arguing for a few minutes when someone knocked on her 
door.  Carrie seemed to have been expecting it, because she quickly went to  
the door and opened it.
        My jaw dropped.  Nancy, in all her glory, came into Carrie's room.
        "You wanted me to stop by?"
        "Yeah, thanks.  I just wanted to ask you how you did on the test?"
        "Oh, I did all right.  How about you?"
        "I passed.  Oh, by the way, look at this."
        She held something up in front of Nancy.  From where I sat, I could 
not make out what it was.  Nancy looked at it, and her eyes widened in 
puzzlement.  Then, to my surprise and growing excitement, she blinked a 
few times and her eyes closed.
        Carrie grinned at me.
        "How's them apples?", she asked.
        "What the fuck...? What happened to her?"
        "She's hypnotized, stupid.  Like you're going to be."
        "Yeah, right.  Hypnotized.  You two are playing games."
        "Games?  OK, smartass, you want games, we'll play games." She 
turned to Nancy and spoke quietly.
        "Nancy, you are now deeply hypnotized.  Your mind and body will 
respond instantly to any commands I give you.  Is that correct?"
        Nancy said yes.  I just smirked.  They were good, but I knew better.
        "Nancy, listen.  Open your eyes."  She did, staring blankly at 
Carrie.  Oh, this was a good show.  I was enjoying this.
        "Who do you see there?"  Nancy's head slowly turned my way.
        "Eric."
        "Walk over to him, Nancy."
        This was priceless.  Nancy walked slowly to me and stopped.
        "Undo his pants."
        I laughed.  Nice try, Carrie.  No way in hell will she.....
        My laughter died as I felt hands at my waist.  My belt came undone, 
my zipper went down, my pants were sliding down my legs....  And Nancy's 
face was still calm, unruffled.  My cock poked out of my shorts, almost in 
her face.  I wanted to put it there, but suddenly I wasn't too sure of 
things.
        Carrie laughed.  "Believe me now, genius?  She's under.  Hypnotized.  
Mesmerized.  Entranced.  Any other words you can think of?"  She grinned at 
me.
        I stared down at Nancy's face, so close to my engorged cock.  I 
stared up at Carrie, smiling at me triumphantly.  What the FUCK.....?
        "Will she...Can you...I mean..." I pointed to my cock.
        "Oh, do you BELIEVE me all of a sudden?  Why, because it's so much 
to your advantage now?  That's what you want, isn't it, you want that 
slut's mouth to wrap around your cock and suck you off.  Right?"
        Carrie never talked like that.  This was too much.  A hypnotized 
woman had her face within millimeters of my cock, my girlfriend was acting 
real weird, it's my birthday, and I have a hundred-dollar bet that I can't 
be hypnotized.  I tell ya, some days......
        "Well, smart boy, listen to this.  She'll do ANYTHING that I tell 
her to do.  And I'll tell her to do ANYTHING you want.  On one condition."
        All of a sudden I knew what the condition was.  
        "OK, Little Ms. Sorceress, do your thing.  Hypnotize me if you can."
        Leaving Nancy in limbo, Carrie told me to sit in the chair at her 
desk.  She took whatever she had shown to Nancy and attached a fine chain 
to it, then hung it on the wall in front of me.  It was round, with a black 
and white spiral pattern.  I had seen the same sort of thing in a diagram 
in the psych textbook, and I laughed.
        "A hypnodisk, right?  Carrie, I may not get into Nancy's pants, but
at least I'll keep my hundred."
        Carrie said nothing, she merely gave the thing a little push.
        It started spinning.  Around and around.  Carrie now started 
talking, softly.  My cock stuck vainly out of my shorts as I tried to 
understand why I was staring at the thing.  Why her voice sounded so far 
away.  Why I felt a tingle go through me.  Hypnosis.  Hah.  Hypnosis.  
Hypnosis.
        I was staring at the wall.  I blinked several times.  My mouth 
seemed dry for some reason.  What the...Had she...?  Did I...?  Uh, oh.
        I turned slowly.  My eyes about popped out of my head.
        Nancy was nude.  So was Carrie.  My girlfriend was kneeling above 
Nancy, with Nancy's tongue buried in her crotch.  Nancy had one hand in her 
own bush and the other was fondling Carrie's breasts.  Carrie's eyes were 
closed, she had obviously cum already and was well on her way to cumming 
again.
        Almost instinctively, my hand went to my cock and started moving.
        Carrie heard me sigh.  She said one word, I don't know what, and 
Nancy went limp.  Panting, Carrie stood and came over to me.  I didn't 
know what to say, or even what to think.  My girlfriend had been making 
love to another girl.  My girlfriend was a dyke.  
        She took my hand and pulled me to my feet.  I wasn't even sure I 
wanted to touch her.  Grinning, still half crazed with passion, she said 
one word.  I don't know what it was.
        Suddenly I wanted to make her cum.  That was the only thing I 
wanted to do, just make Carrie cum again and again.  Sliding my shorts 
off, I pushed her onto the bed.  Her pussy was soaked and ready, and I slid 
my shaft into her effortlessly.  She moaned and started squeezing my cock 
with her cunt muscles.  All I wanted was for her to cum.  I wanted her to 
cum so hard.
        Pumping furiously, I drove myself deeper and deeper into her.  Her 
mouth worked soundlessly as the climaxes built one on top of the next.  
And I myself felt no desire to cum, no inclination to ejaculate.
        That was odd.
        But I lasted longer right then than I ever had before.  And when 
Carrie finally pushed me off of her, moaning and panting, I hadn't cum.
        Very odd indeed.
        I looked down and saw Nancy lying forgotten on the floor, her 
breasts rising and falling in harmony with her deep, gentle breaths.  
Carrie saw which way I was looking and said one more word.
        Nancy opened her eyes.  She remained still, but she looked around 
curiously.  Carrie said something else.
        All I wanted to do was make Nancy cum.  I literally jumped on her, 
my raging, seemingly numb cock entering her without any warning.  Make her 
cum.  Please her.  Nancy's eyes widened in shock and surprise, but she made 
no effort to stop me.  Her eyes closed again and she smiled, and soon she, 
as Carrie had, was riding wave after wave of orgasmic esctacy.
        And I pumped and pumped and felt nothing.
        Extremely odd.
        After a while, Carrie said something and Nancy's eyes closed just 
as my cock was ramming into her for the millionth time.  I paused, and 
stared down at the sleeping woman beneath me, a woman who, until just 
seconds before, was at the peak of the pleasure curve.
        I heard Carrie's voice.
        I was sitting on her roommate's bed.  Nancy was gone.  Carrie, and 
I, were both dressed.  Carrie sat in her chair, watching me, smiling.
        "So.  Still think hypnosis is bullshit?"
        It took me a minute before I could talk.  "Maybe not."
        Her smile grew.  "I think there was something said about money?  
One hundred dollars, if I remember correctly?"
        "Yeah, but you said you'd make Nancy do anything I wanted."
        "Hey, come on, you fucked her, right?  You and every other guy on 
campus has wanted her forever.  You had her.  What more do you want?"
        My brow furrowed as I remembered something.  Something I wasn't 
sure I wanted to remember.
        "Carrie...you had her, too." She just looked at me, then nodded.
        "Yeah, I did.  so?"
        "Um.  Are you...  a dyke?"
        She considered for a moment.
        "I have a secret for you.  I'm not worried about you telling 
anyone."
        Her smile changed just a bit at that, and I felt just a tiny bit of 
apprehension.
        "Nancy and I have been lovers all year."
        My jaw dropped.  My girlfriend - a lez.  She laughed at my 
expression.
        "Hey, think about it.  You can get two for the price of one."
        I considered that for a minute.  Carrie's face as Nancy ate her.  
Nancy's hand caressing Carrie's tit.  I felt my cock growing.  Carrie 
noticed.
        "See? I think you'll get used to the idea quickly."
        She stood up and came over to me.  Sitting next to me on the bed, 
she showed me something she had in her hand.
        "Very quickly", she purred, as my eyes locked onto her hypnodisk.

                                *** THE END ***

        RC
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