Will B. Gunn - Mind Control Draft

Mind Control Draft

By Will B. Gunn

Copyright 2016 by Will B. Gunn

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Chapter One Taking A Chance

Mitch hid amidst the green shrubbery and looked on at the beautiful scene unfolding before his eyes, at the foot of the cliff right where the crystal clear stream of the river fell and met the small pond.

In the shallow part of the clear, sparkling spring, the beautiful Angelina frolicked. Her long golden hair waved in the wind as she splashed water around. Her wet, fair skin sparkled in the sun, and her smile radiated an aura brighter than a thousand stars.

Mitch could barely believe his eyes. He vigorously rubbed them and pinched himself, but even that did not change the utterly divine vision before him.

I had no idea she had sisters. And theyre freaking identical. He uttered with sheer wonder, as the beautiful college coed he has been pining for laughed and gambled about with two identical clones, all three of them wearing the same skimpy bikinis, giggling and wrestling about, like a sexy triplets of bunnies.

The young man drooled on the soft ground, hiding among the dewy leaves. He ogled the three youthful babes as they swayed and moved in play. Their fresh, round tits were barely contained in the dainty fabric of their bikini tops, and their shapely behinds painted upon by their tight and wet bikini bottoms.

Mitch felt no shame, peeping as he was. He was fully focused on engraving every image in his mind, so he could call upon it whenever he felt like it. A big smile drawn on his face, he tried his darndest to avoid blinking, as a formidable tent grew in his trousers.

A shiver went through him when one of the steaming hot, soaking wet blondes looked straight at him with her deep blue eyes, and her sweet cherry lips curved with a playful smile, filled with mischief.

She didnt see me. She didnt see me. She didnt see me. He muttered to himself, almost hoping his words would magically force reality to comply.

Angelina poked both her gorgeous twins and pointed to Mitchs hiding spot. He shut his eyes, tensed up, and braced himself for whats to come. He expected hearing gasps and distressed squeals, or at least a barrage of shrilled screams filled with insults shot in his direction.

He certainly did not expect to hear the same sweet, playful triple giggle.

Oh, Mi~hiiiitch. The alluring musical voice reached his ears and caressed his lobes. He opened his eyes and saw the three fair maidens smiling at him with perfectly sparkling teeth and shiny sky colored eyes.

The Angelina in the middle stretched her hand forward with a sexy swing to her trim, athletic hips. His eyes widened. She was inviting him over.

Come on, Mitch, lets have some fuh~un. The leftmost twin said and grabbed her breasts with both hands, shaking them seductively.

Im sooo horny. The one on the right said, running her hand across her inner thigh.

Mitch wanted so much to jump to his feet and run towards them, intent on ravaging them like a mad beast, but for some reason his feet felt grounded to the floor. He couldnt move, and his mouth had gotten so dry that he wondered if he would ever be able to speak again.

The coy little vixens had a look of dishonest disappointment on their faces. They looked at each other, and the middle one bit her lower lip, stared straight at Mitch, and with steamy eyes she reached to her bikini top, swiftly unclasping it.

Before long, the other two did the same. They blew Mitch suggestive kisses as they held their breasts in their hands, teasing him to no end.

Hey, Mitch! One of them said. Want to see my tits?

He could do nothing but nod like a buffoon, speechless.

Heeeey Mitch. The one to her side said with an angelic moan. Mitch ogled them with wide eyes for so long, it was a miracle his eyes could take it without stinging like hell.

Helloooooo The last one said, her voice sounding weirdly baritone. Mitch figured not all identical twins can have the same identical, feminine voice.

Hey, Mitch! The three of them said and prepared to drop their tops, but their voices combined to that of a man, and Mitch felt a sudden sharp pain at his side, like an elbow out of nowhere.

Mitch gasped and jumped up, confused and disoriented. The three Angelinas were gone, and so was the waterfall, and the spring.

He rubbed his blurry eyes and looked around. He was sitting in class, next to Rob, a friend he met on the first day of college.

Good morning. Rob jested. Pay attention. If I have to go over the entire lesson with you later Ill become very uncomfortable to be around.

Mitch adjusted himself in his chair and read what Miss Madden wrote on the blackboard.

Now Im scared. He replied with a smirk. Mitch scanned the blackboard and was quickly up to date with the lesson. He was a quick learner and quite the autodidact, so he had no issues with learning the material, de spite daydreaming every now and then.

He didnt like having erotic dreams about a girl sitting a few seats in front of him during class, though. Mitch was always scared he might start talking in his sleep, and let slip an embarrassing nugget that will stick to him, for life.

Miss Madden still had the same sour, stern face, looking as if shed rather do anything else instead of teaching a bunch of bachelor degree freshmen. The university forced her to work as a TA while she studied for her PhD, and her mousy frown told Mitch how she hated that fact.

She wasnt bad looking, and relatively young compared to other instructors they had. A bespectacled redhead in her late twenties, with soft pillow-like breasts and an otherwise slim figure. She always stood tall and proud, her posture regal and holier-than-though, her dark red hair neatly bundled. Her icy glare was known to freeze the balls off of many crotches, belonging to students and university staff alike.

Mitch wasnt much affected by it, however. The way she got students was by catching them unawares and asking them a question that would make them feel stupid and bring their confidence level to a minimum.

She tried doing that to Mitch, at first, but his perfect answers and rebuttals to her criticisms of his apparent laziness got her off his back. Perhaps she realized a student of higher education who can sleep through class and still soak in the material learned can afford a smidgen of laziness.

He still didnt dare to glare at her sizable cleavage as much as he wished to, however, and after Rob woke him up from his little nap, he did his best to not catch her eyes directly. It was still impolite of him to sleep right in front of her, after all.

Mitch had other things to ogle at, anyway, namely the object of his dreamy fantasies, sitting her perfectly small butt on a seat in the second row, diligently copying what was written on the blackboard.