Bullseye

Bullseye

Anynom

Don’t read this if you’re under 18 and don’t try this at home. I’ve been
planning this idea for a
while now and figured now was a good time for it, just as a little lark. Enjoy.

The whistle of air around a shaft echoed through the yard just before an
arrow slammed
into the large round target, at least five inches away from bullseye. The woman
who fired the
arrow, lowered her bow, sighing in exasperation as she looked at the half dozen
arrows stuck into
the target, none of which came near the center of the target. The woman took off
her cap and
wiped at her forehead, then
put the cap back on her dark brown hair, pulled back
in a ponytail.
She was quite tall, six feet and thin but with a bubbly smile and nice beauty,
not exactly the sort of
person you’d expect to see at an archery course. For more reasons than one.

Geena Davis had become used to disappointment. There had been the inability
to get her
Oscar to boost her into a more successful film career although she’d had a few
hits. She had
been unable to become an action film star, which had caused the end of her
marriage to her action
film director. And she had been unable to make herself a hit TV show, “The Geena
Davis Show”
having just gotten the long-awaited axe from ABC. So, Geena figured she was
about due for
something to come her way but it didn’t appear that things were going to plan.

It burned Geena a bit that some people still thought this whole archery
thing was a lark
but she really was trying to get herself up to Olympic competition level. True,
she hadn’t made the
cut the last Olympics, but she had just been starting out and the lack of years
of training were
getting to her. But she was going to make a serious goal out of it. Well, that
was the plan anyway.

“You’re still leaning too far,” the firm female voice came from behind her.
Geena sighed
and turned to face her instructor. There weren’t that many women who were able
to look Geena
in the eye but Lucy did it well. The tall and leggy blond with an ample chest,
dressed in a loose
shirt and slacks, was the regular instructor here at the archery range, a good
one from what Geena
had heard. Good but tough, the small and remote part of the range, closed off to
the public, home
to some yelling on Lucy’s part toward Geena as she urged the actress to keep
working on her
aim, teaching her that archery was a lot harder than it looked.

“You have to adjust your stance,” Lucy said.

“I did,” Geena said.

“Not enough,” Lucy shot back, brushing at her short blond hair. “You have
to keep it a bit
steady and keep your eyes—–”

“On the target,” Geena sighed, having heard this several times before from
her instructor.

“I know, I know. I try to do just that, all right?”

“Trying isn’t what you should do. Just do it,” Lucy said, taking a step
towards Geena. “Stop
trying and you’ll do it, no problem.”

“Thanks, Yoda,” Geena muttered.

Sighing, Lucy, took Geena and gently turned her towards the target. “Look,
Geena, here’s
a little trick I was taught a long time ago. Just keep an eye right on the
target, Geena, just keep an
eye fixed right on the target, that’s all, Geena, just keep an eye on the
target, that’s all, keep your
eyes fixed right on the bullseye, Geena, just keep your eyes fixed right on the
bullseye. Don’t look
at anything else, just keep your eyes focused entirely on the bullseye, just
keep them fixed right on
that bullseye, Geena, just keep them fixed right on the bullseye, right on the
target, Geena, just
keep them fixed right on the target, right at the center of the target.
Concentrate on that, Geena,
just concentrate on that target, focus all your concentration right on the
target, Geena, just focus
all your concentration right on the target, just focus yourself right on the
target, Geena, just focus
your entire concentration on the bullseye, right at that center, Geena, focus
right on that center.

“Forget everything else, Geena, push everything else aside, just put all
your concentration
on that center, Geena, all the concentration right on the bullseye, Geena, just
focus all your
concentration right on the bullseye, Geena, just focus everything right on the
bulseye, Geena,
ignore everything but that, keep looking right at that, Geena, keep looking
right at the bullseye,
Geena, just keep looking right at the bullseye, right at that center target,
Geena, just focus only at
the center, Geena, only on the target, focus only on the bullseye, Geena, only
on the bullseye,
focus only on the bullseye, Geena, only on the bullseye……..”

This hadn’t been the first time Lucy had done such “mental exercises” on
Geena but she
was hoping to take them much further this time than before. The actress’ eyes
were focused on
the center of the target, taking on a glazed look as she stared forward, Lucy’s
hands lightly
rubbing her shoulders, bringing her down into a nice trance state. “Just keep
looking at the
bullseye, Geena, just keep concentrating right on the bullseye. You are so
focused, Geena, you
are so focused on the bullseye, Geena, so focused on the bullseye, you’re so
focused there,
Geena, so focused on the bullseye that should anything block your view, should
anything block
the bullseye, you would have to keep the focus in your mind, you would have to
keep the focus of
the bullseye in your mind, Geena, you would have to keep the focus in your mind.
And to keep
that focus in your mind, you’d have to close your eyes and concentrate even
more, Geena. Should
the target be blocked, you’d have to close your eyes, Geena, you’d have to close
your eyes.”

Carefully, Lucy walked over and picked up Geena’s bow, aiming it at the
target Geena was
staring blankly at. Judging the wind and the degree of flight, Lucy let the
shaft fly, the arrow
streaking forward and lodging itself right in the middle of the bullseye.
Instantly, Geena’s eyes
slammed shut, her head slumping forward as she found a new focus from within.

Lowering the bow, Lucy walked forward to where Geena stood, now deeply
entranced.
“Listen to my voice, Geena,” she said. “Listen carefully to me, Geena, listen to
me very, very
carefully. You must listen to me, Geena, focus on my voice, Geena, focus now on
my voice, you
want to focus, Geena, you want to focus very, very badly, on my voice and on
what I tell you,
focus on that, Geena, focus on that.”

“Yes…focused……” Geena said softly.

“You’ll do whatever I tell you to, Geena, whatever I tell you and you’ll
feel very, very
focused, Geena, more focused whenever you do what I tell you to.”

“Focused……”

“Take off all your clothes, Geena. Take them all off and feel the focus
within you grow.”
Lucy stepped back and pulled off her own shirt, letting her large breasts free.
She slipped off
pants and panties at the same time, her blond tuft evident as she watched Geena
disrobe slowly.
Geena’s pert breasts weren’t as eye-catching as the rest of her but were okay,
her long legs the
highlight of her tall body.

Moving forward carefully, Lucy continued to speak to the other woman. “Just
relax,
Geena, relax and feel what comes over you, feel it come over you and focus on
how pleasurable it
is.” Lucy embraced Geena, bringing her in for a kiss. At her height, she usually
had to bend a bit
to kiss another woman but Geena was just as tall and therefore able to stand on
an equal footing
with Lucy. She was still for several moments as Lucy’s tongue slid into her
mouth but was soon
answering the kiss back with passion as they joined together, Lucy’s large
breasts pressing on
Geena’s smaller ones as they kissed, Lucy’s hands snaking around to Geena’s ass,
squeezing the
tight buttocks as the kiss continued.

“Stay in place, Geena,” Lucy hissed through the kiss. “Just stand right in
place and do not
move.” With that, Lucy brought herself down Geena’s lanky body, kissing each
tight little breast
before working her way down, kissing the stomach and then coming to Geena’s
clit. She pressed
her face into Geena’s pussy, tongue snaking out and into the soft lips, working
around them
carefully, causing Geena to moan in pleasure at the other woman’s touch at her
womanhood.
Lucy snaked her hands around to grip Geena’s ass, holding on tight as she worked
away, licking
at the tight pussy as she kneaded Geena’s buttocks in her hands. Geena moaned
softly, Lucy’s
tongue lashing soon producing the desired effect, her juices falling onto Lucy’s
tongue slowly at
first. One quick jab and Geena came loose, blasting cum into Lucy’s mouth, the
blond continuing
to lick away as she slid her fingers around the actresses ass and clit.

Breaking away, Lucy lay on the soft grass, her legs parted to show her
ready and waiting
pussy. “Lick me, Geena,” she commanded and the hypnotized actress fell to her
knees and
crawled over, pushing her face into Lucy’s pussy and licking away. Lucy moaned,
clamping her
thighs around Geena’s face and holding her in tight so she could lick her out
all the way. Lucy
moaned, her arms moving about the ground around her, hooking onto a loose arrow.
Before she
knew it, Lucy was pressing the arrow in between her breasts, loving the feeling
as the shaft moved
between her large tits. She glanced down at Geena, her brown ponytail swept to
one side as she
lapped away at the blonde, tongue easily sliding in and out of Lucy’s lips as
the woman continued
to rub at her ample breasts with the arrow, moaning louder as the Oscar winner
kissed and licked
a new gold. Lucy pressed her breasts together around the arrow and cried out
loud as Geena hit
paydirt, her juices spilling out onto Geena’s waiting face and hurriedly licked
away.

After the two tall women engaged in a 69, Lucy swiftly had them cleaned and
redressed.
She had Geena stand before the target, eyes staring blankly at the bullseye, now
cleared of the
arrow. “Listen carefully, Geena,” Lucy whispered. “When I tell you to, you will
shoot an arrow at
the bullseye and you will hit it. When you do, you’ll wake up and you will not
remember anything
we have done here. Now, from this point, whenever you look at the bullseye, you
will feel
incredibly focused and at ease and know you will be able to make the target.
Also, when I say the
words ‘target focus,’ you will fall back into this relaxed state and do what I
say. Now, fire.”

Slowly, Geena lifted the bow, sighting down the eye as best she could. She
let loose, the
arrow striking out and hitting the target perfectly. Immediately, Geena’s eyes
blinked and returned
to clarity. “Wow,” she said in a normal tone. “I made it.”

“I think you’ll be able to hit a lot more targets now,” Lucy said. “Just
keep on shooting.”
Of course, Lucy felt the term ‘straight shooter’ didn’t really apply here.
Whether or not Geena
made the Olympic team, it was for sure that Lucy would be nailing her right on
target anytime she
wanted.

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