Message-ID: <3387eli$9708261614@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: S THOMAS BUSH Subject: A Triple-header Surprise (3 stories) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: 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 ] Disclaimer: All the standard rules apply. If you are offended by explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is illegal to possess such materials at your location, if you are under-age by law in your location, or if somebody else thinks you might have too much fun reading it, stop right now and remove this text from your computer. 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. ******************************************************************** ** 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!" ******************************************************************** ** 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 ..." ******************************************************************** ** Watching 2 [ M/F ] Janice: () "" 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: "" J: "" Harold keeps pumping, reaching around to pull on his wife's nipples. J: "" His only response is to give her a few extra-hard strokes. J: "Ohhhhh, yesssss!" H: "" J: "" 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: "" H: "" J: "" He pulls out, lubricates, then starts pushing at her back hole. J: "" H: "" Harold shifts a bit to a slightly more comfortable position, but doesn't lose his rhythm. "" J: "" H: "" Janice lifted and bent her left leg until Harold had free and easy access to what they both wanted him to play with. J: "" They keep at it like that for a few minutes. H: "" J: "" H: "" Harold pushes hard into his wife's ass several times, but keeps rubbing her clit. J: "" J: "I'm cummmiiiiIIIIIIIII!" Harold clamps his hand over his wife's mouth as she squeals in ecstasy, muffling the noise. H: "" 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: "" Both are silent for a moment. 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