The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Late Tuesday afternoon, Merry came up to my room and asked me what I wanted for dinner. It was New Year’s Eve, and I already declined an invitation to a party at Wendy’s with Patty and Camille, mostly because my mother asked me not to go out that night. It wasn’t a difficult decision to make, since I preferred that the first girl that I kissed in 1975 would be the Goddess that would be arriving from her vacation the next day.

My parents were at a party in Chicago with Kristen’s parents. Kristen made reservations for them for a room at the same hotel that hosted the party. My parents, in return, offered to pick Kristen up the next day at O’Hare to take her home from Europe.

So, it wasn’t surprising that I found myself home alone with Merry on New Year’s Eve. Merry was a pretty good cook and made a light supper consisting of snacks, including broiled shrimp wrapped in bacon (Merry’s favorite appetizer), chicken teriyaki on skewers, and chips with sour cream dip. For dessert, we ate some chocolate ice cream and added some syrup to make sundaes. There were also a couple of six packs of Coke in the refrigerator.

Merry and I were watching television and listening to Guy Lombardo and His Royal Canadians surgically remove any semblance of jazz from the song April in Paris live from the Waldorf-Astoria in New York. I was thinking to myself how funny it would be if Count Basie actually showed up with a few guys to put Guy’s conductor’s stick into a more appropriate place. I didn’t know it at the time, but this would be one of his last New Year’s Eve performances before his death a couple of years later.

Merry looked bored.

“What’s up, Shortcake?” I asked.

“This music sucks.”

I laughed. “You have a wonderful taste in music, kid. You can look at the other channels. I think Wolf Man Jack may have a Midnight Special on NBC, if you like his kind of rock and roll.”

Instead of laughing, Merry turned on me. “I’m not a kid!”

“Whoa, Merry! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to imply...”

“You treat me as if I were a kid,” Merry said. “Like that guy Fonzie on ’Happy Days.’ He even calls Joanie ‘Shortcake.’”

I corrected my step-sister. “I heard him say that, and it surprised me when I first heard it. You should know that he calls her ‘Short Cakes.’ I know—I listened. He always uses it plural, and I have no fucking idea what he means by it.”

That last part was a bit of a lie. At the time, I suspected that the plural term might be a reference to Joanie’s prepubescent breasts and considered it to be a cruel insult. My suspicion changed over time as the series continued, though.

“So, what do you mean by it?” Merry asked, not entirely convinced.

I looked at my step-sister. I wondered what was bothering her. “It’s just a pet name. Like when I call Kristen ‘Kris’ or Camille ‘Cammy.’ It’s nothing different. I can’t call you ‘Mer,’ can I? I’d sound like that guy on the Mary Tyler Moore show. You know, ‘Hi, Mar...’” I tried to do an acceptable Ted Baxter impression, although my voice was nowhere near as deep as his.

Merry didn’t seem amused at my attempt at humor, and she finally said, sulking, “I guess not.”

Neither one of us spoke for a few more minutes, until Merry suddenly blurted out, “It’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?”

“You and I could be at Wendy’s house. We were both invited.”

“Who told you that?” I asked.

“I heard you on the phone.”

“Shit! Have you been listening on the phone again?”

“No, you jerk,” Merry answered, haughtily. “I heard you talking when I walked into the den yesterday. I wasn’t on the fucking phone!”

“Sorry, Merry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to accuse you. By the way, your dad would kill you if he heard you use the F-word.”

“You use it all the time, and you’re changing the subject,” Merry pointed out. “We were invited and you said, ‘No.’”

I nodded, and then said, quietly, “I’m not sure about your dad, but I know for a fact that Mom wouldn’t have allowed it. Think about it, Short—... Merry... We’d be at a party. People will be drinking. I don’t drive, and neither do you. We’d need somebody to take us home...”

“But...”

“Please hear me out, Merry,” I said, not wanting to let her interrupt me. “The girls can sleep over if they want to do so. They don’t have to go out on the road. In addition, it’s not just them. There will be plenty of other people drinking and driving tonight. Everybody will be having champagne at midnight. That’s why Mom and your dad are staying overnight in Chicago.”

“You make it sound...”

“Merry, my own fucking father was a fucking drunk!” I said, my voice raised with those words that were fueled by my emotions. “I know what it’s like. He nearly killed Mom and me and God knows how many other people on more than one occasion when he insisted on driving. He did get into accidents, you know! He’d always say it was somebody else’s fault, but we knew. I don’t ever want to be in that situation again, and I don’t want to hear about anything like that happening to you. I love you too much!”

Merry was silent for a long moment.

“I’m... I’m sorry,” Merry said, softly.

“I’m sorry, too, kid,” I said, lowering my voice. “I mean, Merry. I didn’t mean to yell at you that way. It’s just a sore subject.”

“I... I knew about your father and that your mom left him because he drank. I didn’t know much more, though.”

This was getting into an emotional scene. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Shortcake,” Merry said.

“Huh?”

“You can call me Shortcake.”

I moved closer to my step-sister and pulled her into a long hug. “I love you, Shortcake.”

“You don’t talk about your father much,” Merry observed.

“I don’t like the man. He drank and he did other bad things. His name was James, and that’s why I hate it when people call me that.”

Merry nodded. “I heard he hit you and your mother.”

“Yeah,” I answered. “He wasn’t a nice person. I mean... sometimes, he could be this wonderful person, and it was easy to see why Mom married him. At other times, he was drunk and ugly and a big fucking bully. He sort of turned me off fathers.”

“He’s your father,” Merry said. “You might feel different if he were gone. Like my mom.”

I hugged Merry harder. “I know about your mom, and it must be hard. I cannot think of how difficult it would be for Mom to pass away like that. I’m glad your dad and Mom found each other. They both seem very happy.”

Merry hugged me back, but didn’t answer.

We went back to watching Guy Lombardo in silence.

We watched the ball descend on Times Square in relative silence. It was still an hour to midnight where we were in the Midwest, so it didn’t mean much to us, except to watch people make fools of themselves on the streets of New York.

“What is the significance of the ball?” Merry asked.

I shrugged. “Beats the fuck out of me!”

Merry laughed. “You used the F-word!”

“Fuckin-A right!”

Merry giggled.

During a commercial about a half hour before midnight, Merry said, “Jim?”

“Yes?”

“You said you love me.”

“I do.”

“Will you kiss me at midnight?”

I didn’t need really to think to answer this one. “Of course.” I loved that little girl—who was quickly becoming a woman—something fierce. Unlike most brothers and sisters that I knew, we hardly ever fought. Even, like tonight, when we disagreed, we easily saw each other’s side of things and were willing to cut the each other slack. I think it may have been because we didn’t grow up all our lives with one another, and we each secretly hoped for a little sister or bigger brother and finally got our wishes.

Merry turned back to watch television. About five minutes later, she started up again. “Jim?”

“Yes?”

“I love you, too. I’m glad your mom married Dad. He wasn’t really happy after my Mom’s illness. I mean, he tried to put on a happy face when he was with me, but I could still tell. He was lonely, and... and...” Her voice died off.

This was getting very emotional for me. “Not only is Mom and your dad happy, but I finally have a kid sister that I can pick on.” I playfully gave Merry a punch on her arm without putting a single ounce of energy behind it.

Merry didn’t answer me, and I knew better than to push the conversation much further.

I looked at my step-sister. Her eyes looked as though they were ready to break out in tears. I finally couldn’t stand it. “What’s wrong, Merry?”

“I’m really sorry about before,” Merry said slowly. “I just thought going to a party would be fun. I didn’t think...”

“It might have been fun,” I agreed. “But you know that I did make Mom a promise that I wouldn’t be out on the road tonight. I promised her I’d stay home with you.”

“Do you miss Kristen?”

Merry had a silly way of changing the subject quickly. “Yes. I miss her very much.”

“The two of you make a nice couple.”

“Thank you, Merry. What brings that up?”

Merry shrugged. “I was wondering what it would be like to have a boyfriend.”

This was getting interesting. I looked at my step-sister and asked, “Do you have anybody special in mind?”

Merry shook her head no, but the blush on her face told me otherwise.

“Any boy would be lucky to have a wonderful girl like you,” I assured her.

Merry didn’t answer, and pretended to watch the television. Again, I figured that it was wisest not to pursue this conversation any further.

The local station was showing New Year’s celebrations that were happening closer to home than New York City. There were a few parties shown live in Chicago when I noticed the ballroom of the hotel where our parents were. Merry and I both moved closer to the television and squinted and looked around to see if we could find our parents, but we were unsuccessful. The scene was crowded, there was a reporter superimposed over the scene, and there were also subtitles indicating the name of the hotel. It was a frustrating minute and a half for Merry and me, but it got our minds off our recent conversations. I think I noticed Kristen’s parents, but I couldn’t be sure.

A countdown to midnight started about a minute before midnight, and Merry and I waited for the start of the new year together. Merry would steal a glance at me, and I pretended not to notice.

At midnight, Merry and I kissed.

The kiss wasn’t the chaste kiss that I expected. I was surprised to feel Merry’s tongue squirm at my lips, which parted automatically before I realized that I was kissing my own step-sister. I opened my eyes in surprise, and saw Merry’s eyes still closed. I decided to allow her this special kiss... our first one for 1975. I moved my tongue into Merry’s mouth in response, and our kiss lasted almost a minute.

When our lips parted, I saw that Merry was breathing quite heavy. “Thank you, Jim,” Merry said, and then she sprinted upstairs.

I realized that the kiss left me with a small erection. I briefly considered taking care of it, but I remembered that I made a bit of a promise to myself to save my sperm for the lovely blonde Goddess that was due to arrive in just half a day. I knew that when I went a day or so without Kristen, my production of semen seemed to increase. I was hoping that a week without any sexual activity would give Kristen a special “bonus.”

Smiling at the thought that I would be seeing the lovely Kristen soon, I turned off the television and was about to go upstairs when the telephone rang.

I figured that it was my parents, making sure that Merry and I were both safe and secure in our home and I cheerfully answered, “Happy New Year!”

“Hi, Lover!”

It was Kristen! I smiled, even though Kristen couldn’t see me. “Hey, Kris! Where are you?”

“At the lobby of a hotel here in New York. Times Square was a riot!”

“You were at Times Square? There were pictures on TV. I didn’t notice you in the crowds.”

“About fifty million other tourists were here also!” Kristen exaggerated.

I laughed. “Happy New Year, Kristen!”

“Is Patty with you?”

That was a strange question. “No. Just Merry and me. I was Merry’s first kiss of the new year.”

“Way to go, stud!”

I figured that I would tell Kristen the entire story later. “Want to speak to Shortcake?”

“No,” Kristen replied. “I can talk with her later. I just wanted to hear your voice again. I miss you something fierce.”

“I miss you, too,” I assured Kristen.

“Happy new year, Jim! Give my love to Merry!”

“All right.”

As I hung up the phone, I smiled. One thing that I loved about 1974 was that it was the year that Kristen and I started going together. It was a year that was now forever stamped indelibly in my memory. I felt a bit of sadness that the year was over, but 1975 was starting off very nicely for me.

In retrospect, one of the things that didn’t occur to me at that moment was that 1974 was also the year that I found the Lucky Tickets.

I turned out the light in the hallway, and noticed that the lights were already out in Merry’s room. I walked quietly past her door when I heard noises inside Merry’s room. I froze, not knowing why I was being so quiet, when I realized that I recognized those noises. They were the same sounds that Kristen sometimes makes when we play around together.

I blushed in the darkness when I made that realization. Merry was really growing up. I wondered what lucky boy was the object of Merry’s passionate dreams. I started to tiptoe toward my own room when I heard Merry murmur, “Jim! Jim!” and then a cry that was suddenly smothered, as if Merry pulled a pillow over her face.

My mind fantasized Merry’s lovely nude body racked in orgasm as I continued into my room.

My erection, which started when Merry kissed me, was now as hard as steel. It wasn’t lost on me that Merry called out my name before reaching her orgasm. Yes, my name is a common one, but somehow, I knew from our earlier conversation that it most likely wasn’t anybody else.

Despite the fact that Merry was young and was also my step-sister, my mind didn’t have a problem conjuring up an image of her in bed, writhing in ecstasy, with her fingers between her legs. I saw a few girls masturbate in front of me, most recently Kristen, who actually seemed to get a thrill of seeing my dick get hard as she tantalized herself in a lewd manner, and the image of Kristen’s wanton behavior morphed into Merry and her still not quite completely developed body.

It wasn’t easy for me to not relieve the pressure. I heard a few more faint cries from Merry’s room, which only added to my torment. It took a while before I fell into a fitful sleep.

When I woke up, I found myself thinking of Merry once again. I didn’t know if I should tell Kristen about what Merry did. After all, Merry was entitled to her privacy. I did know that if Merry harbored a secret desire for me, then I’d have to act carefully.

If Kristen knew about Merry’s desire, how would she react? Kristen was a jealous person, and revealing Merry’s apparent infatuation with me could just set her off, but that was doubtful. Kristen seemed to love my sister almost as much as I did. In addition, I knew that Kristen never seemed to complain about the sexual relationship I shared with Patty, which started before I knew Kristen and lasted well into our relationship; Kristen even joined Patty on a few occasions. Kristen had a sexual relationship with her adopted brother, so she might understand it with Merry and me.

However, there was one thing that was different. There was no fucking way that a relationship between Merry and myself would ever happen. I didn’t love Merry that way, nor would I take advantage of her obvious crush on me.

I decided to watch Merry for a while and see if I could fix this up, if necessary, on my own. Like I promised myself with my mother, those damned tickets wouldn’t be the way I’d deal with Merry, either.

My parents arrived with Kristen at about two o’clock. They gushed about the room, actually a suite, that Kristen provided for them at the hotel.

Kristen brought some souvenirs and gifts back with her from Innsbruck, where she stayed, and there were gifts for everybody. She gave my parents a lovely cuckoo clock, and she gave Merry a matched set of earrings, necklace and ring made from Austrian crystal. The only person that seemed to be forgotten was me. Kristen didn’t have anything for me in her bag of presents.

I invited Kristen upstairs, and she immediately accepted. Once in my room, she undid my pants with a hungry look on her face. I was already hard, and she knelt down and licked my shaft. Kristen swooned and then, to my surprise, she started pulling my boxer shorts back up.

“I needed that,” Kristen said. “I found a candy shop in Innsbruck that made me some peanut clusters, but they’ll never taste as good to me as you do. The important thing is that I don’t want to make love to you because I need to; I prefer doing it because I want to, and I would like to do it later, all right?”

This was one of the rare times that Kristen left me high and dry. After hearing her explanation, I didn’t mind very much, although my dick was lodging a number of complaints.

“I have a present for you, but I would like to wait to show it to you. All right?”

I smiled. Of course Kristen didn’t forget me! “Whatever you wish, my dear Goddess!”

Kristen actually swooned, and then rushed over to me and kissed me. She pushed me onto my bed and started to dry hump me. Kristen, for her part, didn’t seem to be wearing any sort of lingerie. I didn’t feel any bra straps underneath her dress. The thought of her traveling from Chicago with my parents without wearing panties or a bra made me a bit hornier.

Kristen and I kissed for about five minutes, during which time my observation of Kristen’s lack of underwear was confirmed, and my dick’s ever-rigid condition was strained to the taxing point.

After we finally broke our kiss, Kristen whispered to me, “Jim, as much as I love the taste of your cock and your sperm, I love just kissing you just as much and even more! Your wish never did that me, darling!”

Kristen’s comment actually brought tears to my eyes. As much as I wanted to think that Kristen truly loved me, I always questioned how much her love was based on her need for my cock. “I truly love you, dear,” I whispered back, turning my head so that she couldn’t see the emotions on my face.

Kristen got up off the bed and started to straighten out her dress. I turned around and found something to wipe my eyes. I made a feeble excuse and hurried into the bathroom to clean my face a bit better.

As Kristen and I came down the hallway to rejoin the people downstairs, we met my mother coming upstairs. “Kristen, there’s a limousine in the driveway, and Harry from your house is at the front door.”

“That’s our ride!” Kristen said. “May I bring Jim to my house? I promise to have him in bed by ten!”

Inwardly I snickered. Kristen’s promise wasn’t that I’d be home at any time, actually.

My mother smiled and I wondered if she got Kristen’s joke. “You already asked in the car, Kris. Of course he can go. He can even stay overnight if he wants.”

“Really?” I asked, a bit surprised. My mother didn’t usually allow me to sleep over on a school night.

“Of course, Jim. You should bring your books, though, so you don’t have to stop by tomorrow morning for them.”

“Oh!” I said. “Great idea.”

I hurried back to my room and retrieved my attaché case.

As we got back downstairs, Merry was in the living room. Kristen went over to Merry and asked, “So, how was your new year?”

Merry smiled at Kristen and said, “Jim doesn’t think much of Guy Lombardo’s music, and I agree with him about that. We kissed at midnight. Some day, my New Year’s kiss will be from my boyfriend!”

“Let’s hope that day waits a few years, Sugar,” my step-father said. As I indicated before, he was very protective of Merry.

Merry looked at her father, ran, and gave him a hug. “I’ll always be your little girl, Daddy, but I am growing up.”

I glanced at my mother, who looked amused at Merry’s outburst. I walked over to her and kissed her as well. “I’ll try not to grow up too fast, either,” I whispered to her.

“I’m not worried about you growing up anymore, Jim,” my mother answered quietly. That one comment meant an awful lot to me.

Kristen and I bade farewell to my family as I helped Kristen with her bags. Harry was waiting for us in the foyer, and insisted on taking the bags that Kristen was holding, not taking “no” for an answer. He led us to Kristen’s father’s limousine, and he opened the spacious trunk where we deposited Kristen’s bags.

Harry then opened a side door for the two of us, and I followed Kristen into the limousine. Harry closed the door behind us, and after he entered the driver’s door, Kristen said, conversationally, “Jim and I are going to make out back here. Signal me when we’re at the gate. Take the scenic route, Harry.”

“Yes, Miss Kristen,” Harry said, cheerfully, raising the “privacy window” between the front seat and where we were.

I was surprised that Kristen would tell somebody so matter of factly that we were going to “make out.”

Kristen giggled. “You look shocked, Jim!”

“I wasn’t expecting you to tell Harry that,” I admitted.

“It’s not as if people don’t know, Jim.”

“I guess...” I answered, still a bit confused.

“Oh, come over and kiss me before I rape you!”

“Yes, Miss Kristen,” I said, trying to imitate Harry’s voice.

“You clown!” Kristen laughed, before I muffled her mouth with mine.

Kristen unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out of my boxers. I expected her to start sucking me, but she instead just gave me a slow hand job. I returned the favor by stroking her wet slit while our tongues wrestled together.

I was worried that my oversensitive penis would explode. Kristen’s manipulations definitely seemed to be designed to get me excited, but did so without having me go overboard.

Twenty minutes later, a chime signaled our arrival at the gate to Kristen’s house. Kristen let go of my penis and pressed a button near the window. “Harry, can you take us to the main house, and drop off my bags at my apartment?”

“Of course, Miss Kristen.”

I was surprised, as I thought that Kristen wanted to make love. I started to zip up my jeans, but Kristen just shook her head. “We’re going to the Solarium.”

“Oh,” I said, finally understanding Kristen’s intentions. We were heading for the pool, or the hot tub.

“Get naked. Harry will bring your clothes later.”

“You sure?” I asked.

“Positive.”

“OK,” I said, just a bit doubtfully. Kristen sometimes had her kinks, but I was certainly willing to play along.

The limo stopped, and the door opened. A completely nude Kristen exited the car, not bothering to hide her nakedness. Harry didn’t seem to stare, and Kristen’s nudity didn’t seem to faze Harry at all. I was a bit more modest, but Harry didn’t seem to mind my nakedness or my raging erection, either. I followed Kristen into her house. We went straight to the Solarium. I thought I heard voices and was a bit surprised when I heard a couple of female voices shout, “Welcome back!”

Patty and Camille were in the swimming pool, frolicking around.

I was shocked to say the least! I didn’t expect any company, although Kristen definitely seemed to have this planned. I felt a bit shy being naked in front of these girls, not having been part of a pool party since my birthday party a few months previous. In addition, to my consternation, my dick, which Kristen managed to get into a rather hard state in the car, started to grow even more, if that were even possible.

“I can see Jim’s enjoying the party!” Camille quipped, causing Patty and Kristen to giggle. Since the girls were in the pool, I couldn’t get a good glimpse of their bodies, but I saw both of them nude before.

“Just jump into the pool, lover,” Kristen said softly to me. “Don’t get embarrassed. I plan on using that later on.”

“I didn’t expect this...”

“I planned this with Patty before I left. I hope you don’t mind.”

I shrugged. “If you don’t mind me playing with nude women, I’m not going to mind.”

I held Kristen’s hand and the two of us jumped together into the pool. The coolness of the water helped my hardened condition some, but not very much. Patty swam over to me and gave me a big kiss on the lips. “Happy New Year, Jim!”

I hugged Patty, feeling her warm body squirm against mine. I looked over to Kristen, who was hugging Camille similarly. For some reason, seeing Kristen squirming against Camille seemed even more erotic than having Patty’s breasts pressing into me.

My dick started to grow against Patty. Patty noticed my state, and kissed me. “You seem to enjoy seeing them two hugging, Jim,” Patty whispered.

“It’s not something that I see every day.”

“Enjoy it, then.” Patty then kissed me again, slipping me her tongue. I tore my eyes from watching Kristen and the two other girls hugging and rubbing against each other, and closed them for the kiss. I felt Patty’s hard nipples press against me, and I focused my mind on Patty.

We kissed for over a minute, our tongues intertwining, until Patty suddenly broke it off, swimming away, leaving me just about as hard as I was right before I entered the pool. I opened my eyes and was face to face with Kristen, who giggled and kissed me. I wondered if Patty and I went too far, but there was no animosity at all in Kristen’s eyes. I kissed Kristen back, and we enjoyed each other.

I eventually opened my eyes, and Kristen pulled away from the kiss just as I did so. She was treading water in front of me. The other two girls moved over to the other end of the pool.

“Jim, I would like to talk with you in private.”

“Sure, Kris. What’s up?”

“Remember what I asked you a few months ago?”

Kristen asked me many things over the months, but somehow I knew immediately what she was referring to. I remember her one request that once became a source of irritation between the two of us, and I really hoped that this wasn’t that request.

Seeing my confused look, Kristen whispered, “Remember when I asked you to let me suck your sperm from another girl’s pussy?”

Oh, shit. “Yeah. I remember,” I said, a bit stiffly.

“Well, before I left for Austria, I told Patty about it, and how we got into our first big fight over it. Last night, after I called you, I called Patty, who was over Wendy’s house with Camille. She told me that she would be willing to do it with us as long as it didn’t affect our friendship. We decided this pool party would be a good way to break the ice.”

I looked over to the two girls at the other end of the pool and then at Kristen in disbelief. “You told them about our sex life?”

“No,” Kristen assured me. “I just told Patty about my fantasy. She has my permission to talk about it with Camille, who is still Patty’s best friend. Camille and Patty figured out that it probably was something to do with that fight we had.”

This news was all too much to me. I was just getting a bit adjusted to two additional nude females in the pool after a sexual drought of a week, and now my girlfriend was telling me that she wanted to arrange a threesome or maybe even a foursome for me.

Kristen waited for me to reply, and a whole bunch of thoughts and emotions coursed through my head.

Finally, I said, “I wish you gave me more time to think about this.”

“It’s been two months, Jim,” Kristen pointed out. “I’ve kept it on hold, and I can still wait as long as you want. I’m also willing to do anything that you would like.”

“Like what?” I asked, confused. The only thing I ever wanted out of my relationship with Kristen was Kristen herself.

“Whatever you want, Jim,” Kristen replied. “You don’t need to tell me right now. If you ever get any wild fantasy, let me know and I’ll bring it to life for you. Would you like to be a sultan with a harem of a hundred naked girls? I’ll figure out how to do it.”

I thought of various fantasies that I had over the years, but most of them nowadays revolved around Kristen. Yes, I’ve dreamed of cheerleaders, but I figured that most of them were based on my experience with Sherry’s initiation. I freely admitted to myself that I really enjoyed it when the girls all heaped kisses on me.

Kristen was a wonderful girl, and she was creative in bed. What more could a guy want?

“I don’t know, Kristen. Is this very important to you? Eating my sperm from another girl sounds... almost lesbian, you know?”

Kristen smiled. “I am definitely not a lesbian. That delicious snake you have between your legs is too dazzling for me. However, it’s not an either/or situation, Jim. My brother is bisexual, you know. Maybe I’m a little like that. I love you, and I love you madly. I just sometimes wonder what it would be like...”

“Let me think about it, Kris. I won’t make the same mistake I made a few months ago and say, ‘No.’ At the same time, I would like to think long and hard about it.”

Kristen’s hand was encircling my cock as I said that. “I can see you are thinking, and you are long and hard about it,” she smirked.

I didn’t answer Kristen, feeling a bit hurt that she would consider my feelings so lightly.

Finally, Kristen said, “Oh, Oogie, I was just kidding with you. Your answer will mean more to me if you think about it... and I love you more than air, no matter what you decide. I don’t want this to become a point of friction between us.”

I still didn’t answer Kristen, not knowing what to say.

Kristen decided that talking wasn’t getting her anywhere. She decided to give me another one of her cock-raising kisses. When she broke it off, she held her breath and went underwater. Soon, her lips were wrapped around my shaft as she swallowed my cock whole.

I looked over to the other girls. Neither one seemed to be looking at our end of the pool. They were talking to each other, sitting on the floor at the shallow end. Camille’s tits were above the surface, the Patty’s breasts were underwater. Patty turned toward me and winked at me and I smiled back at her, thinking about how Kristen was actually giving me permission to really fuck her.

My thoughts quickly returned to the engulfing lips moving up and down my prick. Kristen and her arms were on my thighs, using them to pull her head up and down.

Kristen then shot up from the bottom, getting about two feet out of the water before starting to descend. She was now holding my shoulders as she slowed her descent until she was impaled entirely on my penis.

The two of us were once again face to face. “This feels more comfortable. I don’t have to hold my breath,” Kristen said.

I smiled, finally feeling the inside of Kristen’s perfect body.

“Do you think I’m bi?” Kristen asked.

“Huh?”

“You know what I asked.”

“Uh, maybe... I don’t know,” I shrugged. “I’m not an expert on that.”

“Will said he wouldn’t be surprised,” Kristen answered. “He also asked me if you ever indicated any desires for me to be with another girl. He seemed surprised when I told him about our argument.”

“Surprised?” I asked, feeling a bit frustrated. I was inside Kristen, but she made no motions of moving, and when I moved my penis, she moved her body with it, preventing me from actually fucking her while keeping me inside.

“Yeah. It’s as if he knows about the tickets,” Kristen said. “When I told him about my fantasy, he thought maybe it was your fantasy that you wanted me to act out. That’s why he was surprised when I told him you disagreed.”

“That’s interesting.”

“I know you didn’t give me a ticket and force that fantasy,” Kristen said. “I dreamed about something like that after Will left—before I even met you.”

“Oh?”

“And the fantasy took on a whole new dimension when you...” Kristen let the thought dangle.

“When I made you addicted to my semen,” I finished.

Kristen gave me a sweet little kiss. “I’ve already forgiven you for that.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better about it. If I could possibly ever undo that fucking wish, I’d do it in a heartbeat.”

Kristen kissed me again. “It makes you mine, though. I think you may have originally intended that wish to make me yours, but it’s worked out the other way.”

“Huh?”

“As long as I have that addiction, that dick won’t be too far from me. You’re mine, buddy.”

Kristen pushed herself up from my shoulders, dislodging me cock from her cunt. She then went underwater again and started sucking my cock again.

After a minute, Kristen came back up for air. “Thank you for at least considering my fantasy. It doesn’t have to be today, you know.”

“You know I’ll do anything for you, Princess. I just want some time to think it over.”

“Princess?” Kristen asked in mock indignation. “Did I get demoted from Goddess?”

“No. It just popped into my head.”

“Daddy calls me that, you know.”

“Oh.”

“You can call me what you want. I’ll be your Goddess, your Princess, your whore, your slut... whatever you want me to be.”

“I want you to be Kristen, my fair Goddess.”

This earned me another tiny kiss. “If you want to have Patty or Camille or anybody else, just let me know. The only thing is that they have to obey my ground rules.”

“Your ground rules?” I asked.

“Yup. The big one is that you continue to love me as much as you do right now. If anything would make you respect me less, or stop loving me, I would want you to avoid doing it. If you feel like sleeping with Patty every morning and Camille every night, I just want you to give me some time in between and let me know that you’re still mine. As I said, you’re mine, and I don’t want anything to endanger it. You got that?”

Kristen’s face was serious. She was actually giving me permission to screw other girls!

“Oh yes, Jim,” Kristen added. “One other thing. I want your first load today, whether or not you do anything with any other girl. I’m hungry for it, and I’ve been dreaming about this for almost a week.”

I had been waiting to get off since I got into the car. “In the water?”

“If you want,” Kristen smiled. “In the hot tub, if you’d prefer. In the changing room, if you want privacy. I’ll even fuck you on one of the lounge chairs in front of the other girls if you want to do that. I just get your first load.”

I didn’t think I’d be able to fuck Kristen in front of a crowd, even Patty and Camille who have seen me naked before. “I’d rather go in the changing room.”

“Sure thing,” Kristen said. She turned and swam to the ladder, getting out of the pool. I swam behind her, and admired her round ass as she got out of the water. I looked at the other end of the pool, and both girls watched me exit the pool, my dick still standing rigidly at attention.

I felt a bit uneasy as I walked behind Kristen, my dick bouncing as I took each step. Kristen opened the door to the changing room and led me inside.

There were piles of towels on tables in the changing room, and Kristen took a few and laid them on the floor. She then knelt on the pile and took my penis into her mouth.

Kristen milked my dick using long, slow moves that made my balls ache after just a few strokes. I felt the tip touch her throat as she swallowed me completely, sucking for the nectar that she actually craved. After a few moments, she pulled her head back until the tip of my cock was almost completely out, and I could feel her tongue lash back and forth as her face slowly started its return trip.

After a couple of minutes of this, I felt that sensation that I was waiting for... my release felt like it was about to explode.

Kristen took my dick mostly out of her mouth so that just the head was inside her mouth when I erupted, spurting my semen into her waiting mouth. Again and again I continued to pump more of my seed, surprising both Kristen and myself by the amount of fluid that I was emitting.

In fact, Kristen actually swallowed to allow the last few spurts into her mouth, something that she almost never does, since she likes to play with my semen in her mouth for a minute or so after I come, prolonging the amount of time she has with her special treat.

After a final spurt, I felt Kristen’s suction try to pull even more of my delicious fluid from my balls. I could feel my balls wearily try to accommodate her to little avail.

Finally, she pulled her face off my cock and kissed me, sharing the little fluid that remained with me.

I sat down on the towels pulling Kristen closer to me. I continued kissing her while the two of us lay on the towels, each of us sucking the other’s tongue into our mouths.

After a few minutes of this, I fell asleep.

I awoke and felt somebody sucking me while another person was kissing me. When I opened my eyes, I could see Patty was the person kissing me. I couldn’t see who was sucking me, but since I didn’t feel any hands on my cock, I could only conclude that my fellatrix was most likely Kristen. My cock started to harden under her ministrations, and it was then engulfed completely into her throat, confirming Kristen’s identity for me, as she was the only person that I knew who could swallow my dick into her throat.

Pulling away from Patty, I whispered, “This is like old times, Patty.”

Patty smiled at me in response, and said, “Kris told me you passed out. I thought I’d surprise you by having me kissing you when you awoke, and when you started to stir, Kris started sucking you. You don’t mind, do you?”

“I love kissing you, Patty,” I answered. “I just don’t want to get between you and Toby.”

“Toby and I broke it off right before Christmas,” Patty whispered. “He’s going to be going to California for college, and I’m going to be staying here. There really wasn’t any future for us, although we’re still very close friends.”

“That’s too bad,” I said. If anybody deserved a mate for life, it was Patty. Life dealt her a rather harsh hand, and she was one of the nicest people that I knew. She was caring, and seemed to know precisely the nicest thing to do for somebody at the perfect moment.

“Don’t feel too bad for me,” Patty whispered back. She glanced down to watch Kristen sucking me. “I think the two of you really deserve each other. You two are so much in love.”

Patty’s words sounded odd to me. It opened up those seeds of doubt that I sometimes had, especially when I thought back about Marla, Patrice, and even Merry and how I took advantage of them. I even hurt my beloved Kristen, turning her into a cock addict.

Patty saw the doubt in my eyes. “You don’t know how wonderful you are, Jim. If you said, ‘Fuck me,’ I know that I, Camille, and definitely Sherry would do so in a minute.”

“Sherry?” I asked, remembering what Kristen said that Patty indicated that she would be a bad idea.

“Especially Sherry. She’s had a crush on you for a long time.”

I almost forgot about Sherry’s crush on me. Nowadays, we got along famously well, confiding in each other. It was difficult to remember the vamp that tried to seduce me in an attempt to have her cousin Dale get even with Kristen only a few months ago. Sherry seemed to have changed quite a bit, in fact.

I nodded in reluctant agreement to Patty. “I remember. She’s changed a lot.”

“She’s still hopelessly in love with you, Jim,” Patty said. “She has your friendship, and she’s happy for that right now. If you did make love to her, she’d probably never make love to another person ever again.”

“Oh?” I was surprised by that observation.

“Cammy and I still talk. Sherry is Camille’s friend, and I’ve talked with her a few times. Every time your name gets mentioned when you’re not around, Sherry’s eyes get misty. You’re the love that will probably always be unrequited.”

“Another relationship that I’ve managed to fuck up,” I said bitterly.

“No,” Patty said, a bit louder than the whisper that she used previously. “Sherry’s made her own predicament. Cammy is urging her to try other boys, and she has lots of opportunity now that she’s on the varsity squad. It will be difficult for her to make that first step, but when she does, it will help. The only thing you can fuck up is if you make her feel you love her... in a romantic way. Love her as a friend, Jim, but beware of any romantic entanglements with her.”

I nodded, and hugged my lovely and insightful friend.

There was a warm-up suit for me in the changing room, and Patty and Kristen insisted that they were going to dress me and for me to stop getting in their way.

I obliged, and got my revenge when I insisted on dressing Kristen and Patty both in terry robes that hung in the closet.

All three of us were “decent” as we emerged from the changing room. Camille also wore a robe.

The porch’s screens were replaced by glass panels due to the fact that it was winter in the Midwest. The grill was also set back into an alcove that included a chimney above that somehow allowed the fumes from the gas stove to escape without bringing in cold air.

I could see the distortions caused by the heat waves over the grill, which told me that the grill was on. I couldn’t smell what was cooking and I looked questioningly at Kristen.

“You’re the chef today, Oogie!”

That nickname earned me a snicker from the two other girls. “Are your parents joining us?”

“Dad’s still in Chicago,” Kristen replied. “He has a flight to Los Angeles later on, and Mom won’t be home until late.”

“Just us and Harry?” I asked.

“Just us and you,” Kristen corrected me.

“Huh?”

Kristen smiled. “Harry’s off for the day. It’s a holiday, remember? He just came over to drive me home. He put away my bags and I gave him the rest of the day off.”

“Oh.”

I thought about my cooking repertoire. It was rather limited. I could cook hamburgers if you wanted them well done, or hot dogs if you didn’t mind them burned. I shrugged at Kristen.

“How about Italian sausage grinders?” Kristen suggested.

“Yum!” Camille said. “That’s an idea!”

“I never cooked sausage before,” I warned Kristen.

“Hot dogs are sausages,” Kristen pointed out. “Besides, you have three ladies that would enjoy helping you if you need help.”

“Indeed,” I said, standing corrected. “My ladies, I would love to serve you sausages.”

Camille looked pointedly at my grown and said, “Don’t make any promises you can’t keep, Oogie!”

“You have a one track mind,” Patty said to Camille.

“As long as the train stops at my station,” Camille quipped.

Kristen was giggling at this exchange. She pointed out, “If you want ITALIAN sausage, you’ll have to look elsewhere, Camille.”

“True,” Camille conceded. She perked up after a moment and added, “But a sausage in the hand is worth two in the bush, if you know what I mean.”

Everybody was laughing, which was followed by good natured groaning. Camille was usually pretty fast with the puns, which seemed unusual for a girl.

When the laughter died down, I said, “I think you might be the only one here that may have ever had two in the bush at once, Cammy.”

Everybody looked at me, stunned. Never before did I try to top Camille’s puns before, and I don’t know what got into me. The reaction was slow, but everybody started to laugh very hard, including Camille.

“He got you good,” Patty said to her friend.

“Touché,” Camille said, bowing to me.

“Oh, cut it out,” I said, reddening under the attention from the girls.

“He’s cute when he blushes,” Patty observed.

Kristen reached up and kissed me. “There, there, Oogie. You got that bad little Cammy, didn’t you?”

I sighed. I hoped that trying to top Camille’s outrageous puns didn’t become a habit.

It turned out that sausages were really easy to cook on the grill. Kristen came out with a tray of four large sausages. She winked at Camille as she passed her. In addition, there was also a grill pan in which she put some onions and peppers along with some butter as accompaniments. I toasted a few torpedo rolls, burning only one.

The smell of the cooked meat made everybody hungry, and we made short work of the grinders.

We talked about school, which was starting up the next day.

The girls talked a bit about college, and Camille informed us that she applied to Harvard and was deciding between law or medicine. Kristen was interested in this, explaining how she and her brother owned an apartment in Cambridge, which might help offset some of the tuition costs.

That discussion degenerated into a G-rated recount of our Thanksgiving trip last year (Wow... 1974 was already in the past!).

Some of us retired to the hot tub, while others splashed in the pool. Camille and Kristen took the “special jet” locations.

I managed to find some private time to talk with each of the girls that day, but I didn’t initiate any sexual activity with anybody. Sometimes, it is nice to just talk with your friends.