FZ - CARMEL

I pulled a washrag over my slit... gently! and Zephyr and I walked hastily out into the predawn chill. I had crammed parts of my costume into a bag, but was sure that I had almost passed that point with George, still...

With no traffic to speak of on the outer loop drive, we were still nearly an hour and some from his apartment. It was in a ritzy stone building in a suburb. George was in a lucrative profession, even with alimony, we reckoned. Remember, this was the early seventies, and there was no doorman or fancy security. We found his name, and buzzed the buzzer. We waited, Zephyr holding up crossed fingers.

In about half a minute the speaker clicked, but no word issued forth. George was in his daze.

"Shabari is here," was all I needed to say, and instantly heard a long buzz. It continued even after we had found the stairwell. George lived on the third floor, and the buzz was still sounding as we panted to his landing.

Scurrying down a carpeted hall, we found his door. I knocked slowly.

The door opened. We were looking at a tousled blond head and stubbly chin. His body was completely. shamelessly nude, sporting a bit of a soft belly, but the shoulders were square and wide. The cock nestled in its matted nest, and we smelled dried perspiration. His chest was of course, blonde, and fairly furry as his arms had suggested the night before.

His mouth looked soft and relaxed, and he slumped a bit, the way I remember him reacting. He showed no interest in sucking in his gut, and his arm hung down after releasing the doorknob. We stepped in. He stood, eyes closed, before me.

"Do you know where you are, George?" I murmured, as Zephyr closed the door quietly.

His lips murmured, "with you."

"And who am I?"

"You are Shabari."

Zephyr was certain of my control, and was circling behind George, checking out those buns, and giving me the "thumbs up!" sign.

"Open your eyes and look into me."

He blinked slowly and fastened directly on my gaze.

I felt "masterful," the way I remember seeing Sofia, after she had conquered me. "Your cock squirted out very powerfully, George," I suggested in a firm voice. "You love it when I command you to squirt."

"Yesss..."

"You love to be hypnotized completely, as you are now."

"Yes."

Zephyr was waggling her fingers at me from behind his back.

"Look straight ahead, see nothing," I told him, and looked down. His organ was thickening and twitching in its nest.

"See my eyes again," I ordered, and his own widened.

"I will allow a full, pleasurable erection now. Erect."

Within a minute it stood out again. Strong, slightly stale musk met our nostrils.

"Walk slowly to my bedroom," I commanded, and his form turned, making its sleepwalking way down a short hall and into a fairly barren chamber.

As he stood with his back to his mattress, I stiffened and floated his arm. He might have well have been a marionette. The limb hung quivering slightly and jerking occasionally, as did his cock. I lowered his arm and stiffened his entire body.

"Stiff and rigid as your cock, George," I told him, "and Shabari will now cause your body to tip backward into deepest hypnosis, there is no way to stop it, George, you are falling backward."

His boardlike frame tilted back, back, with no sign of hesitation or fear, and in a second, with a loud thump, his form had slammed down onto his bed. His cock still thrust up, but now as Zephyr turned on his light, we saw the dried semen encrusting his upper thigh, part of his smooth groin, and the twisted lower sheet. He really must have geysered not more than an hour or so ago!

His balls were not huge (I thought momentarily of Tarachis' monsters flopping into Sofia's crack, and was rewarded by a little surge from my reheating pussy), and we had him spread his legs apart. They moved a bit in their sacs as occasionally his dick stiffened a little extra. He showed no reaction to Zephyr's presence, but I hadn't brought her along for nothing!

"Hear me only when I address you," I ordered George dismissively. "What are you thinking?" I said to my grinning companion. She wandered into his bathroom, reemerging with damp cloths.

"Oh, ahhh, I suppose I can have some fun... I wish we had two, though!"

"Maybe you'd better connect with whatsisname," I mused. "And by the way, I'm Shabari, who are you?"

"Oh, ah, shit, I don't have one, I told him Zephyr."

"You wanna be Zephyr?"

"Sure, it's good enough."

"George, your arms and legs are spreading wide, wide apart now. Good. Tell me what happened earlier, did your cock let go?"

"Yes," came his soft voice, caressing his words tenderly. "My cock told me to say 'I obey Shabari,' and I did it, and... hhhh!"

He reacted as Zephyr knelt on his queen-size bed and began swabbing him with the cloths. I think they were cold, but we watched his pelvis jerk up slightly as he spoke of his recent orgasm.

"Zephyr is watching your cock, and watching your whole body, George," I said. "Isn't that nice?"

The prick surged again, its head bulging a bit. Zephyr removed all traces of sperm, swabbing his armpits, and generally acting like she was polishing the silver. I was amused at her proprietary ease.

"Very nice, now roll over."

He complied, pulling in arms and legs and rolling over. Just at the last second, I saw his cock, erect as a pole, disappearing under his belly, and wondered if he was going to balance on it! (You guys out there are wincing, I'm sure!) But he settled back and down, and again, spread his legs on command.

"Wider." Out they splayed, and his beautiful ass was now more rounded in contour, its cheeks very globelike. I was thrilled, and I slapped Zephyr's hands away as she shared my thought.

"I'll take that cloth, my dear!" I said. George twitched, and I laid him out again. "George, just enjoy the attention and remain hypnotized."

Now I had some fun! I'd had lovers before, but none who'd sit still while I "toyed" and experimented with them! My cloth swabbed and dabbed over his neck and back, then... then... ohhh myyy, that ass! I let my fingers dig in eventually, unable to stop squeezing and kneading the firm flesh. Underwear and trousers had denuded it of any hair, and it was clear-skinned and unblemished. Below, his thighs, the line of the buttocks was like a geographical feature... one I wanted to explore. His balls, so cute and furry as they squeezed into the space between his rounded cheeks!

Zephyr stood back, shamelessly naked now, beginning to rub herself. Her large breasts swung free and easy, and her pussy (she'd kept it smooth) was still aroused from all our evening's activities. I watched her, as my hands roamed and smoothed George's backside.

"My prince, Shabari speaks to you now. Look far ahead in time... far, far ahead, and you can just see George, lying hypnotized in his bed. A beautiful woman is stroking his body. Another beautiful woman is stroking herself. Do you see it?"

His muffled reply was not necessary. George's ass began rocking and flexing as my delicate fingers trickled over his flesh. I dragged fingertips up both cheeks, as Sofia had done to Zephyr on "shaving night" and his response was the same... to thrust upwards and sigh.

"George has become the subject of Hypnos, the god of the trance," I continued. "Watch his body respond, the women have taken full control. Watch the buttocks as they rise way, way up. Yes. See how his flesh responds to strokes and pats... see it jiggle and grow very responsive."

George was now in a classic pose, head down, butt far up, cock pointed ahead, on his knees.

Zephyr had pulled out her smaller vibrator, and was humming it over and over her slit. It shone in the light. I beckoned her over to our tableau.

"My prince," I crooned, "George is going to serve our god now. Yes, watch him rise and kneel at the foot of his bed." He did so, eyes glazed and staring as Zephyr spread out before him. Her hands moved her plastic cock over and over her pussy. Now George was drawn inwards, as Zephyr arched herself towards his face, drawn inwards as an arrow to a target, a deep, wet target that soon claimed his lips and tongue.

"George's body obeys Zephyr's commands, and he will not feel any urgency in his member, my prince," I cautioned. I wanted to see if I could make George last. "I will stroke my prince so gently as you watch George obey. Has George ever tasted the salt of a woman?"

Her fingers slipped over and over the greasy slit. "Yes," droned his voice.

"Listen to her commands, and obey."

The vibrator fell to the bed as Zephyr (I think she had fallen into a bit of trance herself!) coaxed his mouth toward that most intimate of kisses. She held her hands behind her buttocks, resting back on her elbows and spreading her own legs wide. "Oh yesss... lick up and down, suck my clit, slave... suck it, yeahhh, push that tongue wayyyy up... push it... rub that nose all over my cunt, boy..." Meanwhile my hands were ever so steadily milking my boytoy, passing over and through his own crevasse, between his legs, sliding right up to his own chest and pinching his nipples, hearing him groan and feeling him writhe as I bestowed wet, smacking kisses over his ass.

I noticed the glittering vibrator, heard it humming, wet it in my own dripping cunt, slid it round and round myself, dampening, dripping and flowing, then up onto his hills. Up and down his crack, watching his cheeks pull and cringe inwards, then push back outward.

"Has George ever felt penetration?" I asked him, bending low towards Zephyr's fragrance to hear his busy lips answer "no."

"My prince, watch George as his body is penetrated now. He will find he loves the sensation."

Not a shred of resistance as the tip of the vibrator poised at his puckered sphincter, and hummed its way inwards. His frame jerked, and Zephyr called out as he pressed inwards and her tiny nipples looked like black marbles, and I reached a hand over and flipped them over and over, and her head fell back, and she flopped back on a pillow, and came.

After about a minute, her hands re-emerged to feebly push at George's burrowing head. I withdrew his one inch of torment, and pulled his shoulders. Soon he was back kneeling on his heels. His cock stretched forwards, pointing over Zephyr's dark-flushed form. His eyes blazed at he glommed every bit of labia unfolded before him. His entire face gleamed with her spendings. She writhed sensually, her eyes closed still, probably savoring her after-climax.

I gulped, and decided I just wanted to fuck him. Like, now.

"My prince, Zephyr is pleased, and she will reward George now. You will hear her command George, you will feel his pleasure, but you will not allow George to release until she wills. Listen to Zephyr's commands now..." I ordered, tugging Zephyr over to one side of the bed. Her languid eyelids opened, and I pushed my mound to her willing tongue. "I want some fun now," I told her.

"Lie on your back, slave," she husked out. "Hold that cock straight up. Look at that pussy, it's dripping on you, you're gonna get fucked now, George. That cock of yours is gonna stay hard until I tell you, isn't that right?"

"Uhh... uhh... yes, mistress!" Our boy, hypnotized or not, was in seventh heaven. The morning light was streaming in his window, gleaming on my nakedness as I straddled him. I was fully distended, ready for my treat, and I poised with my clit just below his rod.

I wiggled my fingers at Zephyr. "Wiggle that fat thing on her clit, slave!" she snapped. "Good, she likes that, slide it all round, tease that cunt with that big fat cock, no don't put it in till I tell you! Look at her wiggle her ass, she likes that cock. Hold it up now she's gonna jump your bones, slave boy!"

"Uff!" the breath burst out of my lungs as I dropped myself down that shaft. Down, down, down, he slid up, up, up into me. Ahhhhh. Full. So full at last, full of a man's meaty thickness! I poured out my liquids grateful at the fullness.

Zephyr had taken charge, taken charge of us both. "Tell me how it feels, 'Shabari...'" she twinkled. "Jerk that butt, slave boy, jerk it all round, yeah, push that thing up her snatch. Way up!"

"Oooo, oooo" I was into it now, and I had my way for quite a while, slithering and sliding up, up up, then impaling myself anew. He maintained perfect rigidity as I teased my squeezing hole with his knob, and dropped once more.

Zephyr had her vibrator, and had commanded George to suck and lick it. He was crosseyed as she hummed it over his face, and his mouth accepted the slightly soiled intrusion as he bucked up into my cunt with enthusiasm.

I had come now, come to full replete satisfaction... I thought. My body hung over George's chest, nips buzzed by her wand, cunt full of erect George. I sighed again and again as I "rested" on him. Zephyr had received my signals of contentment. Her eyes questioned me, but I didn't get the message.

"I SAID," she twinkled, "you want his load?"

The coarseness caused my vagina to contract happily again. "I'm fucked out, I think, whewww!"

"Nothin' left? We'll see! George, listen up."

She had given him the vibrator, which now just stuck up from his mouth were his lips were pursed round it. His eyes had closed, he was SOMEWHERE in heaven, I guess, but his thing was sturdy and stiff as ever.

"You will open your eyes in a minute, slave. Shabari's gonna take your shot. Look into her eyes when I tell you. Tell her you're her hypnotized slave boy. Then she'll let you get off, right into her. Do it."

My cunt felt the pulse and his increased girth. His dazed eyes looked right up into mine.

"I am your hypnotized slave boy, mistress," he murmured. And again, and once again, and then his mouth was distorting, and he got that wonderful stupid look as his face reddened, and the cock, shoved in as far as it could, stiffened and his pelvis trembled, and the mouth of my womb felt his release, as he grunted and shook. My cunt squeezed happily back, and we traded sensations until I finally felt his iron yield, and become flesh once again, and my tired muscles squeezed his penis and it squirted right out and flopped wetly against his panting belly. His chest heaved, and his eyes, still helpless on my own, fluttered.

I put him to sleep, after instructing him to call in sick at work. His voice needed no improvement over the phone, he surely SOUNDED fagged out!

He cooked meals for us, cleaned his kitchen, serviced us with his tongue, and masturbated with Zephyr's vibrator lodged up his rectum. Late that afternoon he "took" us both as we knelt, buns-up and ass-to-ass. We had temporarily run dry of desire and more ideas, so we left him finally, with instructions to talk up our belly-dancing to any of his good-looking buddies. He loved to watch belly-dancing! He wanted his buddies to appreciate the "art" in it, and he would tell them of these two great dancers, who could do private parties (for the right fee!), and that, of course, he knew nothing of hypnosis, or his day in bed with serious flu, etc. etc.

We left him snoring at about eight that night, and drove our sorely satisfied bodies back, where we just showered and collapsed in each others' arms, and let the day go.