404 Wendy and the Arcade boys
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Pain is a good motivator not to do something told will hurt.
The new implant took some retraining to get used to, but once I learned to tap into it to push in what I wanted it to do and pull back the data through my shield, I found it was much like when I used to wear the goggles. The place in my head routed the information to the correct parts of my brain.
I like not having to tell the place in my head to remove everything between April and me to check on her.
“One final thing, David,” the man-in-the-machine told me. “Stay out of Molly’s head, and don’t tell her what I’m going to say.”
I agreed, and he told me, “Once the place in your head realized what was going on, it let your brain reconfigure to process things at the speed Molly does. You were already doing that subconsciously with your reflexes and martial arts skills, as you already guessed. It won’t do her any good to find out that you can slip into her happy place with her, and it does not affect you as it did the first time. There are some things you can do that somehow trigger a bit set on some plane of existence. For your sanity, forget you even know how to do that, or someone will one day find you to remove your knowledge. When that happens, someone gets sent to remove the memory of how to what you have learned.”
“Oh, I haven’t, exactly, forgotten how to do anything I have ever learned since I woke from the coma,” I told him. “I can’t remember what those things are.”
So, I did feel you laugh.
Bambi called me up as I was getting ready to go to bed and asked, “Want some company tonight?”
“Sure,” I replied.
Five minutes later, a naked Dee and Tee ran into my room jump up into my arms.
Both hugged onto me like I had been gone for years or was very sick.
“April got very scared, David,” Dee told me.
Tee added, “We got scared too.”
I hugged them both for a long time, and then they stripped me before pointing me to the bathroom. After I peed, we shared a shower. I ended up washing both kids, as well as myself.
Something has changed. Then it hit me.
“Wait, isn’t tonight porn night with Bambi?” I asked them.
Tee was close enough to me that his two inches poked my leg, and Dee’s nipples were more than light pink caps on her small breasts.
“You two haven’t,” I asked.
Tee and Dee answered, “Almost.”
They looked at each other until Dee nodded.
“We were late for school this morning. When we shared a room, one of us always woke up to pee before the alarm went off. Neither of us heard our alarm clocks,” Dee told me. “I ran down to his room to get him up, and we got in his shower since it was closest. Ever since they let us take showers, we found that we can get done faster if we wash our fronts while the other does the back when late for school. We turn around and do the other’s back. Tee works from my feet up, and we end up in the middle. Whoever gets there first washed between the other’s legs. I was already past that point, so he moved to get my back. His legs are growing. My trunk is getting longer, causing him to stretch to reach to get my shoulders. That had his dick rubbing against me. Nature happened, and we found his dick buried inside my butthole. It isn’t the first time it has been in there, but we’re twins that shared a bed all our lives, so we did some experimenting. This time was different. It made me wet. If not for Bambi yelling at us to get our asses moving, we wouldn’t have stopped.”
Tee hugged me tightly and said, “Our parents told us years ago to expect us to have sex with each other one day. Bambi won’t even admit it, but she was having sex all the time to keep her from hooking up with Bart. We want to do it with each other worse now that we know it won’t hurt Dee as we have tried before. What sucks is that our new friends told us they knew I had put my dick in Dee’s butt before today, and it went in on accident today. Two of them have been playing with themselves for as long as they can remember. Their siblings play with them too, but that was something loving that they could do with them, but it isn’t that way anymore because their older siblings hit puberty. We are their first friends who they can be kids around, like how Molly is when you are nearby. If Dee and I start doing it, then we know that something about us will change that will make them not able to stand to be around us anymore.”
“We started porn night like any other with us snuggled up to Bambi. Out of the blue, Bambi came so hard she started shaking. Tee and I had one hand between our legs. The other was wet. Both of Bambi’s nipples were shiny,” Dee said, looking down. “She told us that it has happened a lot of times over the years, but we never knew it. This time we did. What hadn’t happened before was her body was all that kept Tee from sliding between my spread legs. He almost got between hers,” Dee told me.
I noticed Tee had lost his hardon, and Dee’s nipples were no longer stiff, as he added, “Bambi needed a dick in her as much as Tee. Her phone ringing is all that stopped us from crossing that line. We need someone to hold us like we always did with Bambi. You are too big for either of us to get in us anywhere and will keep us from doing each other.”
Both kids blushed when Dee asked me, “Can you tell us if we are doing it right when we play with ourselves? I mean, we know how to do it, but it never felt like it started doing today. I know that seeing two kids playing with themselves isn’t what you want to watch, but can you please do it anyway? We have to be able to blow off the steam before we end up fucking any time we aren’t in school or eating?”
They don’t need my help learning how to play with themselves. Tee and Dee are already experts. Getting to cum the first time is different.
I triggered my implant to show me what I already guessed. Both had almost made the connections that would let them cum.
I like that. It makes it worth having my skull cut open.
The new implant showed me that they didn’t need me to make those connections for them. It would happen sometime in the next month. Now, if I happened to flip their cum triggers, the process could finish right now. It even showed me the exact place in their heads and the pure color of energy to use to make their first cum one of the best they would have in their lives.
That is what I did once they were on their side of my big bed doing their thing with their eyes closed.
All of that pent-up sexual lust for each other quickly drained away with their first few orgasmic spasms. Knowing that they could get there now, both kept at it until they overdid it. To be sure, it had done what they hoped. Dee spread her legs, and Tee got between them to find it was like any other time before today. Nothing happened. They were sound asleep almost immediately. I got one on each side of me, got a bare butt in each hand, and went to sleep holding them.
“We love you, David. Happy birthday,” the two said as they got out of my bed to get on their shoes to run home, naked. “Becky said she would take us to school if we could be back here dressed and ready to go by the time she gets done.”
Done with what?
I should have known.
“It is time to see if today is a good day to get pregnant. Biologically it is, but I’m not here for that. I want to be the first of the girls under eighteen that rides your adult dick,” Becky told me as she pulled me into the bathroom so I could piss.
We ended up in the shower, with me pounding her tight pussy so she could clean up to get the kids to school on time.
How can she have such a tight pussy after having given birth to twins and triplets?
As I was drying her off, she told me, “Yes, I know you felt how tight I am. Grandmother said she didn’t mind me having your babies as long as I could complete a list of things she said had I use in my pussy. One was to get the wick out of a candle without using my hands. That one took a while, but she ensured it was with candles that didn’t leave any residue inside me. Others required that I do a lot of different muscle exercises to accomplish. The hardest she told me I had to do before I could get pregnant again was to make eggs only using my pussy. Scrambled were acceptable. I thought that would be a piece of cake after doing one of the PBS TV paintings, only using my hands to mix the paint colors I would need to follow along. Cooking eggs required breaking the eggs with my pussy muscles, with no eggshells in the eggs. I couldn’t have any eggshells up inside me either, and she checks. I got her on a technicality. She didn’t say I couldn’t crack the eggs on the counter, as long as I used my pussy muscles to hold the eggs. At least she kept the kids entertained while I practiced.”
Becky quickly raided the visiting girl’s closet for clothes. I went in to wake up Trudy.
“Are you ok, Trudy? You weren’t here when I went to sleep,” I asked her.
As she stretched, she told me, “Yeah. The study session ran long. Can you drag the girls into the shower? They would all get in deep shit if they came home that late last night, and their folks said they couldn’t crash at my house anymore. I’ll go get the guys up. Same thing, except that their parents have no problems if they want to sleep in my bed. Your dick would give them a complex. Oh, Happy Birthday. Maybe if you got the little kids up earlier, you could have shown the girls that they can cum during sex with a guy. None of them are lesbians, and the guys aren’t gay. They are all just kids that need to study for our high school final exams. I’m sorry to ask this, but can you wash them so that we aren’t late? All four of them are zombies in the morning. The guys aren’t much better, but showering with a naked girl gets them moving, even if they have no chance of getting any.”
Zombies are right.
I got a system going. I stripped a girl on top of the bed she slept in, carried her to the bathroom, put her on the toilet, let her pee, and moved her to the seat in the shower. Once all four were in the shower, I washed them from head to toe before putting them back on the bench. They could stand but not do much themselves. I got out and dried off before I flipped up one of the shower heads and turned the hot water off. They were screaming as I went to get them underwear and clothes. I grabbed the first one that came out of the bathroom and dressed her before doing her hair. All four got the same treatment. I was still nude.
One girl did get on her knees to start sucking my dick.
After a few minutes, she sat back and said, “Thank you for not cumming in my mouth or all over me. I’ve always wanted to suck a dick. I never could get a guy to stay hard long enough to suck him, or I didn’t have any interest in sucking his dick. I wouldn’t have minded giving you my cherry too, but if I’m late one more time before I graduate, I will have to do my senior year over. My parents keep insisting that I’m too immature to graduate at sixteen.”
“I wasn’t complaining,” I told her as I did grab a robe to get them downstairs to eat.
Trudy had gotten the guys down already. Their hair and bodies were still wet from the shower, but they were dressed.
Bambi came into the kitchen and said, “I can get six in the van, but I’m leaving right now, so get your backpacks or find another way to school.”
“Happy Birthday, David,” she said, giving me a big kiss on the lips and a tight hug. “Thanks for letting Dee and Tee sleep here last night. They were pretty shaken after what happened, even if it had happened before, but this was the first time they noticed it. They aren’t little kids anymore. Oh, I got my license while you were gone this last time, but I can only drive back and forth to school. I have to go to the performance teen driving school before I can do more than that. I can’t even drive to the public pool.”
One of the boys, who was ready to ride with her, said, “You always wear a modest one-piece there but swim in the nude at home. Why would you want to go there?”
“Can anyone swim naked that comes over, if they want?” another of the boys asked.
“If you jack off in front of everyone twice an hour, so you won’t keep poking your dick into everyone, maybe. No one can see me swimming or sunning myself in the nude at home unless we let them come over. Well, at Chrissy’s house, at least,” Bambi told him.
The boy looked down at the floor and said, “Oh. Ok. Not sure I am quite ready to do that in front of anyone if I even did that.”
Chrissy came in and said, “There are two types of people in the world, Fred. Those who masturbate and those who lie about it.”
“Hey! Lay off, Chrissy. Some guys have some issues in that area that are very embarrassing for them,” Trudy said to Chrissy sternly.
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A man finds a magical, hypnotic flashlight in the middle of the road and accidentally hypnotizes his future mother-in-law with it. With him having just hypnotized his future mother-in-law with a pocket flashlight that was obviously not of this Earth, now he wondered if that was an alien spacecraft that crashed and not a commercial, passenger plane. For fear that they’re be a panic, and of course there would be a panic, maybe that’s why there’s no news, no TV, and no cell phone reception....
Vampire uses Halloween to charm, glamour, and hypnotize his victims. Other than admiring the realistic Dracula costume he wore, no one paid any attention to Count Dracula walking down the street on Halloween. Unlike the other trick or treaters on the sidewalk that mingled and congregated, while going house to house, intent on where he was going, he walked with a purpose. It should have been suspicious that he was walking alone and not meandering with some kid and trick or treating. Maybe they...
‘It’s not a date, it’s NOT a date,’ Cara told herself as she walked up to Dylan’s front door. ‘He’s just a friend, we’re just good friends.’ It was true that she had a bit of a crush on him but she had dropped plenty of hints, given him lots of opportunities to make a move and he hadn’t. Hell, last weekend they had been both sitting in his bedroom, on his bed watching a movie together, she had snuggled into him, he had put his arm round her and then… nothing. Well now he had missed his chance,...
This story was produced by acute insomnia, twisted imagination and a hyperactive libido and as such is best enjoyed under similar circumstances. The Earl recommends that no reader should progress beyond this point unless under the influence of sleep deprivation, hallucinogens and a porn star named Davina. Great thanks to Master Hypnotist, whose How-To on erotic hypnosis provided both the idea and a lot of the facts for this story. It can be found here and is well worth reading. Thanks also to...
A man finds a magical, hypnotic flashlight in the middle of the road and accidentally hypnotizes his future mother-in-law with it. ‘Oh my God,’ said Brian staring through the window of his pickup truck at a fiery object rocketing through the sky. ‘What the Hell is that?’ If Brian hadn’t seen the flash of fiery light shooting through the sky, he wouldn’t have believed it. Stuck in this small, boring town, not use to such excitement, not much happens here and things like this never happen to...
She was in New York for a 3 day sales seminar. Living in a smaller Midwestern town, the city seemed so different, exciting, and frightening as well. It was early evening of the second day. The seminars were done and the rest of the evening was open to do what she wished. Taking a shower and dressing something a bit more comfortable, she set out to explore the theatre district. Turning a corner she notices a smaller theatre club, the words, “Greatest Hypnotist” displayed and with her...
This story has been (for now, and more likely, forever) abandoned, and will not be continued. You may continue this yourself, just agree to these terms yourself, under this site's terms of use etc. - Don't claim this to be yours. - Reference to this story when continuing, or reposting. Thanks, perhaps I'll push out a different story, perhaps not. Prologue: I didn’t know what to do, continue with this the development of the skill, or never use it again. I didn’t want to hurt...
Two high pillars of have been erected where Jonothon is to be given his treatment. He is clothed in nought but a short, thin skintight little cotton shirt. His head has been shaved of all hair except for a little slime-gelled cone of blond hair in the middle of his forehead. He has been restrained between the pillars with thick, wet tentacles around his legs and arms, his arms are raised at his sides, his legs are wide. Above his head, a big block of thick yellow slime like vaseline is...
My name is Minato Namikaze, at the age of 15 I am at 5'9 and around 150. I go to school in Japan and live mostly alone in a quiet town with around 150 or so residents. Our town is famous for the ancient ruins and is located at the base of the famous “Face Mountain.” The “Face Mountain” has many rumors surrounding it some saying that etched into the mountainside were the “God’s Faces” others saying the great men who slayed the dragons like it was said it in the local nursery rhymes were...
“Is it working yet Grace?” Jami typed back followed by a winky face. “ Haha you wish perv.” I typed laughing. “ How about that hypnotism thing you were trying?” he asked. “ It’s going good, I just need two people to try it out on.” I told him. “ I was thinking about my parents but that might be lame.” I said. “ How about me and Joey from English class?” Jami asked. “ Sounds good.” I said smiling. Joey was cute and I have had a crush on him for a little bit. I heard mum calling me for...
The shirt and the tights are damp and stained off my sweaty body. I'm also kinda soiled at the back, if you know what I mean. My body stinks of B.O. and fish and faeces. My arm pits are smelly. I stink between my hips, like fish at the front, and faeces at the back. I have no friends. Nobody likes me. Everyone thinks I'm a smelly loser. I get bullied and mocked by the bitchy popular valley-girls, they gossip and giggle about me, about how I stink, about my lame clothes, about how much...
Sniff. Shirt stinks. Stinks. Stinks. So smelly. So smelly. Stinks make me gurgle. Stinks make my brain spasm a little. Hands try to rip it from my body. No. No. As soon as my fingers grip the damp cotton I see a xenomorph through a small window in the cell door. His little hands grasp a knob on the wall, his little hands turn it slightly. The metal ring around my neck begins to throb a little. Suddenly I cannot think properly. My brain feels like it is being mushed a little. Little...
If you’ve read another of my true stores, you will already know a tad about me. If not, Hi! My name’s Josh, I’m an actor and I live in the south of England. You will probably also know that I like to detail my stories very much, so it may seem very long but if you want the full benefit of it I do suggest you read all of it (if you can last!) I was 12 at the time of this story, and so was my best friend, Cameron, who this story involves. I didn’t think I was gay. Neither did he. In fact I...
*Author’s Note: Any and all persons engaging in sex are at least eighteen years of age in the following story. The black cat lay on the windowsill and soaked up the warmth of the sun. It ignored the boy and girl that lay on the bed underneath the window. The boy grunted and the girl giggled. With a grimace, the boy rasped the base of his cock and pulled out of her wet pussy. He waddled upward on his knees, his cock spurting his juice along her belly, then between her breasts and finally to...
I was on my annual trip to Canada, where my mother, a native Canadian, owned some property. We met up there each year to get away and do some necessary maintenance. It was also a great chance to be with my mother, who was getting on in years and lived too far from me for regular visits. So, I naturally looked forward to these trips north. My husband seldom accompanied me on these trips, being involved with his work, though sadly, I hardly missed him. Although he was a decent and kind man, he...
Introduction: Jonothons masters wish his brain to think only of obedince to them. Jonothon is to be slime-treated by his Masters, the spiders. Two high pillars of have been erected where Jonothon is to be given his treatment. He is clothed in nought but a short, thin skintight little cotton shirt. His head has been shaved of all hair except for a little slime-gelled cone of blond hair in the middle of his forehead. He has been restrained between the pillars with thick, wet tentacles around his...