The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Neither Lynette nor Camille bothered putting their bathing suits back on after the midnight party. Kristen noticed them and went nude as well.

I saw many of the girls shrug. I think they figured that they were already nude in front of all of us during the party, and another peep show wasn’t going to hurt any of them. I was embarrassed by my nudity since seeing all that naked female flesh was arousing me. I bit the bullet and got out, naked, and didn’t get dressed.

Lynette put Kristen and me onto opposite sides of the doorway. “The two of you get to kiss people as they exit,” Lynette told us.

When the couples heard this, they arranged themselves so that the guys were on Kristen’s side of the door, while the girls were on my side of the door.

One by one, I kissed all the girls briefly, and let them out of the room. The guys all kissed Kristen.

Lynette and Camille were the last to depart. Lynette headed toward Kristen and Camille advanced toward me. Our kisses were much longer and much hotter.

I saw that Lynette’s kiss was quite arousing to Kristen if the state of her nipples were any indication.

“I’d love to do it in the hot tub, but I have a feeling that it might be unsanitary,” Lynette said after our kisses were finished.

“Camille already blew me in the hot tub,” I pointed out.

Lynette shrugged and looked at Camille.

“I thought it would be better to take him in my mouth than have him do it in my pussy.”

There was a communal shower just outside the room we were in, and Kristen pointed out that we could have a lot of fun in there.

“Be careful of the echos,” Camille laughed. “They’ll hear us all through the house.”

“Everybody knows what we’ll be doing tonight,” Lynette said. “Fuck them if they hear.”

“All of them?” Camille giggled.

Kristen shook her head. “You’re incorrigible, Cammy... Oomph!” Kristen was interrupted by Lynette inserting her tongue into Kristen’s mouth.

I found some hotel-style mini soaps in the shower, and opened the paper. I turned on a shower and positioned Camille under it. I used the soap to rub all over Camille’s body. I knew from experience in bed with Camille that she loved people touching her everywhere. She, like Kristen, seemed to be able to almost get an orgasm from somebody rubbing her breasts, especially when the hands caressing her were covered in soap. Once I told Camille to do that to Kristen, it became the two girls’ favorite playtime activity.

Camille enjoyed my attentions, and I slowly turned her around until she was facing the wall. From behind her, I started soaping Camille’s pussy. Since she was hairless down there, it didn’t lather as much as it did when I did this to Kristen, but I didn’t need a terrific lather. I moved my finger between Camille’s pussy lips and started to stroke her slowly.

When I felt that Camille was worked up enough, I slowly eased my cock into Camille from behind. Once again, I felt the strange sensations of Camille’s pussy pulsing around my cock and found that I enjoyed this immensely. I wondered if I could figure out a way to have Camille teach this particular trick to Kristen, as I found that I could get used to this permanently. Something told me that such a request might not be received happily from Kristen, so I tabled that thought.

I looked behind me to see that Kristen and Lynette were in a loving embrace, and they were rubbing soap between their bodies. Kristen caught my eye and smiled at me. She noticed by the fact that my thrusts were getting quicker that I was near my point of release. “Almost there?” she mouthed to me.

I nodded in response as I pumped my semen into Camille.

Camille was approaching her own orgasm, so I reached around her and started caressing her clitoris, which seemed to be very large compared to the (admittedly relatively few) others that I witnessed. I knew that Camille was sometimes loud when she came, so I moved my face to hers and kissed her in order to muffle any sounds.

I was just in time. Camille reached her ecstasy point just at the moment I kissed her. I continued rubbing her until it washed over her.

I opened my eyes and was surprised to see Kristen and Lynette next to us.

“I want to see you eat Jim’s semen from Camille’s pussy and then feed it to me,” Kristen demanded to Lynette. “Do a good job, and I’m yours for tonight only.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Lynette said with a grin.

I saw Camille eat Kristen before, and it suddenly occurred to me that this was the fantasy that Kristen dreamed about... but she was having another girl eat out the girl’s pussy first!

I thought for a moment. Was it only a half year ago that Kristen and I had our first argument after Kristen told me of her fantasy? Many things have happened over this time, and it’s obvious that Kristen and I grew—together!—during that time. As I mentioned, she seemed a lot less jealous and possessive, at least as far as allowing me to fuck another woman. She was also for the first time, I thought, truly expressing her bisexual side, as opposed to just “fooling around” with Camille.

I smiled as Kristen gave me a smug look on her face as Lynette moved underneath Camille’s legs and started licking. It was such an arousing sight, that I started getting hard again. Kristen saw it and bent over to clean me off. I was amazed at the fact that she simply sucked me into her mouth, despite the fact that I knew that there was soap on my dick as well as my semen and Camille’s fluids.

It took a few minutes for Lynette to finish the job. Dutifully, she came back up from between Camille’s legs and deposited my sperm into Kristen’s mouth.

Camille asked me what I wanted to do next, and I knew what I wanted her to do. It was something that I wanted to do since last fall.

“Hand job, and make me shoot into Kristen’s face.”

“Hand job?” Camille asked, confused.

“I remember the one you gave me in Kneely Park,” I said.

Camille laughed, and did as I requested. As she did so, I fondled her to another orgasm. I didn’t cover her mouth, and I think that everybody in the house heard it. I still hadn’t shot off, so I started rubbing Camille’s breasts with the soap again.

Kristen was against the shower wall in much the same position that Camille was when I was fucking her. Lynette was between her legs, licking my Goddess. I heard Kristen come twice already, and it looked as though her third was going to happen soon.

I was amazed when I felt the sensations in my balls start up again. Camille noticed my reaction, and we both moved closer to Lynette and Kristen.

“Kristen’s face is too high,” I whispered to Camille. “Aim for Lynette. Kristen will lick it off her.”

Camille did so, and Kristen noticed when my sperm hit Lynette’s face. Kristen smiled at the two of us, and after she reached a sweet orgasm, she bent down and cleaned off Lynette’s face.

I was spent for the night, but I continued to fondle Camille. After about ten minutes, we all retired into the master bedroom.

Lynette and Kristen spent the rest of the night in a sixty-nine position. When one or the other awoke during the night, they would start licking and get each other off. I have a feeling it was quite a long night for them; their actions woke Camille and me up more than once.

I woke up at seven in the morning. Camille looked as if she just woke up as well.

“Let’s get even with them,” I whispered.

“How?” Camille grinned, enjoying the way that I think.

I told her.

We rolled the two girls over, and they must have been so exhausted that they didn’t even wake up. The two girls were on their sides. I took the end with Kristen’s face, and Camille took the other end. I started licking Lynette and I felt her start to stir. “Again?” Lynette said, groggily.

I didn’t answer her, but Camille was doing the same to Kristen, who didn’t seem to complain.

At the same time I was licking, I was masturbating myself. I didn’t know how much semen that I could muster, but I wanted it to shoot it onto Kristen’s face. It took about fifteen minutes, during which time Kristen’s eyes were staring at my cock the entire time.

I didn’t come very much, but Kristen opened her mouth and most of it landed on her tongue. I received a wonderful smile for my effort, and Kristen swallowed what she received, and then replaced me on Lynette’s crotch.

When the two girls achieved their release, we decided that it was time to get up.

Since neither Camille nor Lynette brought any clothes into the master bedroom, they were still undressed when we all walked out of the master bedroom.

We were greeted by all our friends, who burst out in spontaneous applause.

Kristen suggested that I get plenty of orange juice and coffee to drink at breakfast and I did. I was totally spent, and wondered if I could somehow get a rain check for Tiny’s and June’s rendezvous. Kristen, however, moved between the two of them and said, “Two o’clock,” which dashed that particular hope.

I never saw Kristen in such sexual heat as she was that weekend. She fucked me in public in the whirlpool, and let everybody know that she enjoyed her foursome last night. Now, she was agreeing to a party with another couple!

I spent the morning relaxing in the sun on one of the lounge chairs outside the swimming pool. The forecast for the entire weekend was sunny and in the seventies, and today was looking like it would be even warmer than the previous day. Kristen thought this was a wonderful idea, as she would be able to catch up on the sleep she didn’t get the previous night and took the lounge next to me.

“There’s the lovely couple,” Lynette commented as she saw the two of us. There were some of the couples in the water, but Kristen and I were mostly alone.

“Lynette?” Kristen said.

“Yes?”

“You told both Jim and me that you’ve always had a thing for me.”

Lynette nodded.

“Did you get your fill last night?”

Lynette considered a few moments before shaking her head.

“Good,” Kristen said, a wicked smile on her lips. “You know where I live, right?”

“I was at your playroom during the Halloween party.”

“That’s right,” Kristen said, nodding. “Jim and I can use a good pussy slave. Any time you want me, just drive to my house and tell the security guy that my pussy slave is here. If he tells you that I’m in, you are invited, and you will do whatever Jim or I tell you to do. And I mean, whatever. Fuck, suck, lick, rub, bathe us, kiss our feet, clean the apartment, do our laundry, paint the hallway... whatever. You are not allowed to wear any clothing on our property. If you agree to those terms, you are welcome to me, as well as to Jim.”

Lynette’s jaw dropped, as did mine. “Pussy slave?” Lynette asked, obviously shocked.

Kristen smiled. “Yup. Oh, we might have friends over when you’re around, or invite people over after we know you are there, so you might want to take that into consideration.”

I looked at my girlfriend as if she had two heads. I expected the cheerleader to slap Kristen’s face for what she was saying.

Instead, Lynette said, “Does that include tonight?”

“If you’re my pussy slave here, then the rules are the same here. No clothing while you are on this property. Otherwise, wait until we get back home.”

Lynette considered for a minute or two, and then started untying the bow on her halter top. After the top was off, she wiggled out of her bikini bottoms.

“All right, for the rest of the weekend, you will not answer to the name Lynette,” Kristen ordered. “If anybody calls you by name, you will correct them and tell them that you are to be called Pussy Slave.”

“All right,” Lynette’s eyes were cast down.

“That’s ‘yes, Mistress,’ Pussy Slave,” Kristen corrected.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Jim is ‘Mr. Big’ to you. You will worship our bodies and follow every order. If you ever refuse anything we request, you will be dismissed, and my offer will be canceled. You also have the right to tell us if we ask you to do something unpleasant, and we will take that into consideration. Remember, if you refuse to do anything, the offer is canceled. Aside from that, you are free to leave at any time if you need to live your life outside our home. We understand that real life will sometimes intrude and there will be no repercussions.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Lynette’s nudity attracted the attention of some of the bathers, but nobody came over.

“Oh, yes, Pussy Slave. You are today’s victim for the first Twelve Party. Jim, Camille, and I will come up with some suitable activity for you.”

“Yes, Mistress, but I was supposed to become today’s victim anyway.”

“Oh!” Kristen said, smiling. “I’ll need to talk with Camille. Anyway, please visit everybody and tell them about your new status and that you are the noon time victim. If you can find Camille, tell her I’m interested in talking with her.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lynette said. She was blushing, but she also had a smile on her face.

“You are dismissed,” Kristen said, waving Lynette off.

Lynette walked out of the pool house, and found Toby and Patty playing badminton. They had stopped their game as they noticed the nude cheerleader approach. She said something to them, and turned and pointed at us in the pool house.

I only saw this side of Kristen a couple of times before, the last time was when we reversed roles in our Master/Slave game. Now we had our own slave! I hoped she didn’t decide that she needed a bunch of slaves.

However, there was something that was really bothering me about this. I knew that what Kristen just did was just plain wrong!

“What the fuck was that?” I demanded to Kristen.

“I enjoyed last night, Jim,” Kristen explained. “You didn’t see it, but Lynette almost started crying when we got out of bed this morning. She told me that this was a dream of hers, and she was so sad that the dream was over. I wanted to know how much she wanted to be with me.”

“That’s one thing, but what you just did involves me, Kris!” I said. “You made a very profound decision about our lives. You now have a slave, goddammit! You never even discussed it with me!”

“But...”

“You’re now having Lynette announce her slavery to all my friends. You might get off on this, but this affects me as well! What will those people think of me? I protected those cheerleaders from a rapist, but now they will think I’m forcing a cheerleader into slavery!”

“It’s Lynette’s own decision, Jim!”

“It still affects me! When June asked me for a date, I didn’t say, ‘of course!’ I made sure that you knew about it and were cool with it. It wouldn’t take me any effort at all to turn June down. I don’t need her, I just need you.”

“I’m sorry...”

Shit! Kristen was starting to cry.

“Kris, I think you might be approaching things too fast. Please consider my feelings next time, all right?”

“OK,” Kristen said.

“So, am I to assume that I can not only fuck Camille, but Lynette as well? Since I’m her slave master, I can do it whenever I want. Is that the rule, now?”

Kristen looked shocked. “Um...”

“You see?” I asked. “You told Lynette that this was the case. You told her in front of me for the first time, so I can only go by what you say. Is that the rule, now?”

Kristen lowered her head. “I guess.”

“Please think before doing things like this,” I asked Kristen, moving over to her and hugging her. “You’ve told Lynette basically that she’ll be fucking me. Let me make you a promise, Kristen. If I need a good fuck, you will be the person I look for.”

“I’m sorry, Jim.”

“I know you are, Goddess.”

“Should I apologize to Lynette now?”

I shook my head. “That would crush her. You gave her a big hurdle to jump in order to get to you. She’s jumping that hurdle. You cannot take the prize away from her! I’d suggest that you embrace your new role of slave master. I’ll go along with it for now.”

I got the biggest hug from Kristen. “When did you get so old?”

I groaned. I’ve been hearing that exact same question a lot.

Camille came out of the water and approached us. She looked wonderful when she was wet.

“I see that you’ve acquired a slave,” Camille grinned.

Kristen nodded.

“I would have been happy...”

“No, Camille,” Kristen interrupted. “I’m not sure about my relationship to you, but I’m quite sure that I don’t want you that way,” Kristen said. “I’ve talked with my brother about you, and if I used you like that, it would hurt him. You seem to be in love with Will and with me.”

Camille thought for a moment, and then bent down and kissed Kristen gently. “I do love you,” she said softly.

“Let me work out how I feel about you. I can’t say that I love you as much as I love Jim. It’s two different things.”

“That’s all I ask, Kris.”

“Now, we have a victim for the Twelve Party. What do you suggest?”

“Have her perform oral sex on everybody?” Camille grinned.

“I’m not sure that everybody is ready for public sex acts, despite what happened last night in the hot tub,” Kristen said.

“How about masturbation?”

“None of the boys will...”

“No, Kris. I mean, have Pussy Slave masturbate for everybody.”

Kristen looked thoughtful. “Yesterday, Lynette told me the point of the Twelve Parties was to involve everybody.”

“It is,” Camille said, nodding.

“I have an idea,” I said. The two girls were startled that I entered the conversation.

“What?”

“I heard this from one of the chorus guys,” I said. “He was at a bachelor party. All the guys were sitting at a dining room table. None of them were wearing pants...”

Camille picked up on it. “There’s a hooker under the table... sometimes two. Every guy has to pretend everything is normal and keep talking as if nothing is happening, even if the hooker is doing him.”

“You’ve heard of that?” Kristen asked.

“I was in the position of being under the table,” Camille said. “My sister liked to throw parties.”

“Oh,” I said, disheartened.

“It’s no longer a bad memory, Jim,” Camille said, softly.

“It would still be uncomfortable.”

“Debbie had other parties,” Camille said. “Ever hear of a circle jerk?”

My blush must have answered that one.

Kristen looked confused.

“It used to be a tradition before we changed the cheerleading squad from a bunch of stuck-up bimbos,” Camille said. “A bunch of guys, like the football team, are in a circle with their pants down. They jerk off, and the cheerleader in the middle is the target.”

“Sounds messy,” Kristen said.

“Yeah, but it’s easier than pulling a train.”

Again, Camille’s expression confused Kristen, and this time I was confused as well.

Camille sighed. “That means, a bunch of guys do a girl, one or two at a time. Sometimes the girl is on her stomach, since it is easier for her to blow a guy in that position while somebody fucks her from behind. Of course, in that position, the guys sometimes are indiscriminate in their aim. I’ve done anal as much as normal sex on some occasions.”

“You’ve done that?” I said, completely shocked.

“I’ve done even more. I’m just trying to remember them now. I’ve spent a lot of time trying to forget them. The football team is no longer encouraged to do those sort of things. In fact, Lynette and I have told the team that if anybody needs to blow off a little steam, just come to either one of us quietly.”

“Lynette, too?”

“I don’t think she does multiples except for two girls and a guy, Jim.”

“And to think that I thought of Lynette as a rather straight laced girl who just came out of her shell this weekend!”

“She’s discreet,” Camille said. “We’ve told people that if they open their mouths, the pussy supply train stops. You’d be surprised how effective such an incentive is.”

Kristen and I both laughed at this.

“Well, I don’t mind if anybody here sees Lynette and I do anything, and I think Lynette feels the same way, since she’s telling everybody that she’s your Pussy Slave right now. If you think that the others might be hesitant, remember that the two of us aren’t as narrow-minded. I’ll do her or vice versa in front of this crowd. After all, in a few weeks, I probably won’t see most of them again, except for reunions.”

“So, making her ‘victim’ isn’t much of a victimization with her, huh?” Kristen asked.

“It was the same as making me or Jim the victim,” Camille said. “Just about every girl that you invited would be happy to do Jim. They’re just scared of you, Kris. With you giving them permission, they were getting bolder, or as bold as they could with their boyfriends looking on.”

“Why didn’t you have a prom date?” I asked Camille, suddenly.

“The guy I asked couldn’t travel here.”

“Will?” Kristen asked.

Camille nodded. “I didn’t expect him to be able to make it.”

“You’ve got it bad for him, don’t you?”

Camille nodded. “I’ve got it bad for all three of you.”

Kristen slowly nodded.

Something about the way that Camille said that struck me as odd. I thought for a few moments and pushed the thought from my head.

Camille took the lounge on the other side of Kristen and the three of us lay quietly in the sun.

I woke up feeling two lips on my cock. I opened my eyes, and saw Lynette had my dick out of my bathing suit and was sucking me.

“Wakey, wakey!” Kristen giggled. “It’s almost time for the Twelve Party.”

“Any decision on Lyn... er, Pussy Slave’s task?” I asked. Lynette hadn’t stopped.

“Yes, Cammy and I have something that Pussy Slave will enjoy.”

“Ooh, good,” I said. “Pussy Slave, I think that’s enough.”

Lynette smiled as she moved her head up. She pulled my bathing suit up.

I looked around and I saw we had an audience. “Oh, my!” I said, when I realized the show I just put on.

“It’s time for the Twelve Party,” Camille announced. “I think everybody has been introduced to Pussy Slave. We have a rule that Pussy Slave is not allowed to wear any clothes while she is on this property. Does everybody know this?”

Everybody nodded.

“We have a problem, though,” Camille said.

Kristen added, “Pussy Slave has worn outfits on this property since she’s been here.”

“But that was before I agreed...” Lynette started.

A look from Kristen quieted Lynette.

“Can anybody remember what she was wearing?” Kristen asked. She picked up the bathing suit that was on the ground where Lynette placed it earlier that morning. “This is one. She wore a different bathing suit last night, and another one yesterday afternoon. That’s three...”

Camille grinned happily. “She wore an outfit when she arrived, and she wore cutoffs and a T-shirt during the volleyball game yesterday.”

“That’s five outfits. Do you agree, Pussy Slave?”

Lynette nodded sadly.

“Five spankings for each outfit. Twenty-five total.”

Lynette blanched a bit. A few of the other girls gasped at how far Kristen was going with this slave routine.

“Do you wish me to spank you in front of everybody, Pussy Slave?”

“No, Mistress,” Lynette answered.

“Well, you were wearing them before you learned the rules, weren’t you?” Kristen asked.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Get in the deep end of the pool. If you can make it through the Twelve Party successfully, I’ll forgive your spankings.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Are you done humiliating her, Kris?” Camille asked.

“This is so fun!” Kristen giggled.

“All right,” Camille said, back in charge. “Today will be a bit the same as yesterday. Everybody has to kiss Pussy Slave.”

“However,” Kristen added, “there is one new twist. Everybody is allowed to make a request of Pussy Slave before they kiss her. She must comply with your request.”

It was Camille’s turn to continue. “Those of you who have been to our cheerleader parties know this already, but I want to state here and now that we have one hard and fast rule when we play these kind of games. During this weekend, at no time will anybody be ordered to fuck anybody else. Hugging, kissing, even touching is allowed, within reason, and anything further is upon mutual agreement. Since we have couples here, agreement must pertain to both members of a couple.”

Camille looked from one couple to another. “If Kristen wants to do Toby, then not only do the two of them have to agree, but Jim and Patty also have to agree. The easiest way is to do it mutually; if Kristen and Toby want to do something, let Patty and Jim do it as well.”

The couples started nodding.

“Nobody should feel forced to do anything uncomfortable. The most uncomfortable thing we will ask is what we asked last night: we will ask you to get naked. In addition, we will ask people to kiss others, and like last night, that also means boys kissing boys. We do this for fairness.”

There were some reactions to Camille’s announcement.

Camille smiled at everybody. “Please don’t think we’re going to turn any of you into a slave like Lynette. She is Pussy Slave because Kristen and Lynette agreed to that. Lynette and I already planned for her to be the Twelve Victim today, and we already have somebody set up for tonight. Each party will be a bit more daring, but, again, we won’t force you to do anything you really don’t want to do. Everybody will have lots of fun this way.”

There was general agreement. I love the way the cheerleaders did things, it sounded very fair and fun at the same time.

“Oh, I forgot,” Camille added. “Because everybody is in a couple except Lynette and me, consider the two of us to be a couple. Anything you ask her must be with my consent. Anything you ask her to do in the water during this Twelve Party, except to fuck her, has my consent during this party.”

Camille looked at Kristen and Kristen nodded back.

“Are you ready, Pussy Slave?” Camille called out to Lynette.

“Yes Mis..., I mean, Yes!”

A few people laughed as Lynette almost called Camille her mistress.

“Let the party begin!”

Everybody seemed to have a lot of fun. It appeared that Lynette was asked to give a few hand jobs. I saw her shake her head a few times, and I found out later on that she only refused oral sex—under water was just too difficult, but she did give the people asking her a “rain check” if they wanted her to perform at a later time in the day.

Kristen and I swam over to June and Tiny.

“I’ve never seen Lynette so pussy whipped before,” June said, shaking her head.

“It allows me to visit a side of my personality that I really can’t express with Jim,” Kristen said. “I’d hate to treat Jim like that.”

I almost choked when I heard that. Kristen most certainly did treat me like that. She had fucking handcuffs, although I was the one usually using them on her!

Tiny nodded sagely. “When she first told us, I thought it was a game. It’s not, is it?”

“No,” Kristen and I said together.

“Why would she agree to that?” June asked.

I shrugged.

“Maybe it allows Lynette to visit a side of her that she hasn’t expressed either,” Kristen explained. “If you’d like, I can invite the two of you over to my apartment when she’s ‘working.’ The ‘no fucking’ rule is off there, but it would have to be all right with both of you. I like the cheerleaders’ rules.”

June shook her head. “No. I told Jim that I want our wedding night to be our first for both of us.”

“I understand, June, but it’s a standing offer,” Kristen said. “You two are still on for two this afternoon?”

Tiny looked at June, who nodded.

June giggled and said, “Let me tell you a secret, Kris. One of the biggest orgasms Archy had was when I pretended that I was you one time. I wore my mom’s blonde wig; she bought it for some costume party a while back. I tried to imitate your voice. I went down on him, and he shot so much!”

I was starting to get used to females describing sexual relations so graphically, but Tiny looked more than a bit uncomfortable with June’s revelation.

I admit that I had fantasies of having sex with a black woman—June was even the star of some of them. I wondered if this would offend June. I decided to keep this to myself for now.

“The first time I decided that I liked Jim, he was doing another girl who invited me,” Kristen said.

“Really?” June said. “Was it Sherry?”

“Sherry?” I asked.

“The girl you brought to the initiation.”

“I know who you’re talking about,” I said. “It wasn’t her, but why did you ask?”

“Sherry moons over you, Jim. She knows you and Kris are really in love, and she likes both of you too much to do anything to interfere. Still, I’ve seen her look at you.”

“It wasn’t Sherry,” Kristen said, ending the subject.

“What was with that nerd you said was bothering the cheerleaders?” Tiny asked me.

“He found a way to force some girls to blow him,” I said. “It was sort of like blackmail or hypnosis. Anyway, he’s no longer an issue.”

“A guy who does that doesn’t stop.”

“I destroyed the tool he used. If he tries to do anything more, the girls will have an easier time saying ‘no’ and stopping it right then and there.”

“And what happens when the kid gets a gun or a knife?” Tiny asked.

I shuddered at the idea.

It also occurred to me that I was guilty of the same thing that Tim Hawking did. Was I no better than a rapist as Tiny thought?

“Sometimes, people see the error of their ways,” I said, quietly.

“Well, I gave the kid’s name to my Mama, and if school girls start coming up raped, he’ll be on the list of suspects,” Tiny said.

“That was probably a good idea,” I finally agreed.

I swam away by myself after that conversation, and thought about what Tiny said. After I had a regular relationship with Patty, and especially with Kristen, I didn’t have any interest in using the tickets or any other means of coercion with anybody. Kristen really fulfilled all my sexual needs now, and with Camille and now Lynette seeming to be part of it, I would be the stupidest person in the world to ask for anybody else.

If this weekend was any indication, there were many girls who were already willing to do me without my having to force them to do so.

I couldn’t see how I could possibly be a danger to others, but Tiny now made me unsure.

Now, of course, I could see where my reasoning was faulty. It was easy to consider rape a sexual act, and this was the way a lot of people thought about it back then during the 1970s, and perhaps some people still think that way. I know now that rape isn’t a sexual act, but an act of violence. Rape isn’t about sex, but about submitting somebody to your will.

Thinking about it now, I think that Kristen may have seen that dark side of me and took preventive measures. She told me to treat her as a slave, but I didn’t do that too often. Now, she managed to acquire one person whose job was to act as and be called Pussy Slave. I doubt that Kristen even knew about her motives consciously, but her actions could be sort of like a pressure valve, which differentiated myself from Tim Hawking. Additionally, Tim Hawking was extremely misogynistic—a word I didn’t even know at the age of sixteen—and his disdain for women was patently obvious. I can see now that Tiny was probably right about him, and although I’ve lost track of Tim over the years, the fact that his name was known to Tiny’s mother, a rape counselor at our local precinct, may have helped to catch him if he continued down the path he started.

Despite what I know now, during that party, Tiny’s observations were very disheartening to me. I hated to lump myself along with the likes of Tim Hawking, but what Tiny said reignited the old doubts I had about myself last autumn.

Patty saw me and swam over to me. She was alone and said, “What’s wrong, Jim?”

“Did I ever tell you about Tim Hawking?”

“Cammy told me about him,” Patty said. “From what she said, but didn’t say, could I assume that he had access to your tickets?”

“He had his own roll, actually.”

“Shit!” Patty said, alarmed. “That guy’s a walking time bomb!”

“I managed to get rid of his tickets. That’s not the problem.”

“I’m confused,” Patty said.

“I heard him forcing Sherry to give him head. He was nasty and called her a whore. I didn’t know it was Sherry at the time, or I would have killed him. Luckily, that didn’t happen. I was able to confront him with Tiny at a party and I got rid of his tickets.”

“Tiny knows about them?”

“No,” I said. “Tiny’s not sure how Tim worked the magic. Anyway, Tiny said that even if he didn’t have what I took from Tim, he might rape again.”

Patty nodded. My heart sank even further.

“Patty! I’m as bad as he was! I took advantage of you, Camille, Wendy, a girl named Marla, Patrice, and even my fucking sister!”

“What?” Patty said, confused.

“I just looked at my sister’s naked body,” I said. “You know about the others.”

“Marla?”

“A girl who was visiting from California,” I said.

Patty finally made the connection. “You think you’re as bad as Tim?”

I nodded, rather than answer.

Kristen swam over and joined us. “Did you have fun with Pussy Slave, Patty?”

Patty looked at me. “How did you get Lynette to agree to that, Jim?” she demanded.

“She’s had a crush on Kristen for years. She told me and she also told Kristen. Kristen knew that, and told Lynette that the only way she could get Kristen was to become this person.”

Patty looked at Kristen. “You made Lynette a slave for life?”

Kristen shook her head. “Nope. I told her to drive over to my house at any time. She’s to tell security that she’s Pussy Slave. If they let her in, then she’s that person until she leaves my house. It’s all her own free will.”

Patty laughed. “That sounds so... weird, Kris! I’m sorry, Jim. I just thought...”

“But that’s why I’m upset at myself,” I said. “Tiny said that once a rapist, always a rapist.”

“It’s not always black and white, Jim,” Patty said, soothingly.

Kristen face registered a look of shock as she made the connection between the conversation we had about Tim and how I was feeling about myself.

I shook my head.

“Jim, I just told you that he’s a walking time bomb. Something is going to eventually set him off. He should get help, but you are nothing like him!”

“How can you say that? I did the same things he did!”

“Jim, I was there,” Patty said. “The worst I ever saw you was when you almost destroyed Kristen. Before that, when you were with me, you made it feel as if we were having fun. I’d imagine it was the same with the others.”

“You said that I almost destroyed Kris, here!”

Kristen went to say something, but Patty glared at her.

“And you did,” Patty said, turning back to me. “But you fixed it. When you found out what happened, you didn’t laugh and humiliate her some more. You fixed it. You tried to make it better. You took responsibility and you did the right thing. Does that sound the same as Tim Hawking?”

“No, but...”

“Kris has forgiven you many times over,” Patty continued. “You’ve proven your love to her just as much.”

“But...”

“But nothing, Jim. Look at the women in this pool. Just about every one of them would gladly... and I mean gladly... take you aside for a quickie or maybe even want to start a long term relationship with you. Do you want to know why? I’ve been talking with them all, you know. They see you as a jock! A fucking jock, just like Tiny!”

“A jock?” I asked. I was about the least athletic person I knew.

“A jock. Maybe not in sports, but the cheerleaders have already adopted you as their friend. It wasn’t just Camille, it was Sherry. Lynette wants to be your slave! You put on two awesome concerts in the high school, a birthday party with a band that sounded as if it cost a fortune to put together, and even made Kristen’s mother sound like Bette Midler! You almost single-handedly directed the school musical and I heard people compare the music to a Broadway performance! Your name was on the program, Jim. You were the musical director. Mr. Proilet listed himself as assistant director.”

“He did?” I said. I hadn’t seen the program, since they were handing them out in the hallways while I was backstage fixing last minute disasters.

“Have you ever heard of a teacher taking second fiddle to a student? You are that fucking good. Do you notice how Mr. Proilet has attended every one of your practices this semester? He’s trying to learn from you! He’s probably the smartest teacher I know, if he’s smart enough to take free lessons from a student!”

I knew that Mr. Proilet said that he thought highly of me, but I really thought he was just pumping up my confidence. Patty’s observation put it into perspective.

“Jim, in two years, maybe even next year, you will be Prom King. You will be the big man on campus, and every girl—every heterosexual one, and probably some of the lezzies for life—will want to do anything to have your baby. Do you want to know how you’ll react to that? You won’t notice it! You’ll only have eyes for Kristen and the girls will fucking love you even more for that! When Lynette leaves for college, you’ll have every cheerleader begging to replace her as Pussy Slave, and it won’t be because they love Kristen. It will be you!”

I looked at Kristen, and saw her nodding.

Patty wasn’t finished. “Tim Hawking may be the valedictorian of your class, but when you receive your diploma when you graduate, you will get the standing ovation. He cannot hope to aspire to what you’ve already achieved. Sure, you have made mistakes. You’re a fucking human. People forgive mistakes when they feel that the person deserves it. Who hasn’t forgiven you?”

“Patrice and Marla,” I answered, softly.

“Patrice forgave you,” Kristen said.

“Sometimes, I can see a fear of me in her eyes,” I said, sadly.

Patty shook her head. “She was at both of your concerts, and I heard her yelling ‘Oogie’ just as loud as anybody else. She’s proud of you.”

“OK,” I said, not wishing to belabor the point. “Marla.”

“He writes to her,” Kristen said.

“You know about the letters?” I asked.

Kristen nodded. “I opened the first one. I didn’t know who she was, but the first words in your letter were ‘I’m sorry.’”

“Did she write back?” Patty asked.

I nodded.

“What did she say?”

“She wants to see me this summer. I told her about Kristen, but she still wants to see me.”

“Did she say, ‘I forgive you?’” Patty asked.

I nodded.

“I see that Patrice and Marla aren’t an issue.”

“Merry, then.”

Kristen winced at that one.

“I’ve talked to Merry a couple of months ago, Jim,” Patty said.

“Oh?” I said.

“She confided something to me, Jim.” Patty looked as if she were trying to decide whether to say something or not, and then seemed to make a decision. “She saw you outside her room on New Year’s Eve.”

My eyes widened. “She what?”

“Merry wanted to invite you in, but she was afraid you would think that she was a kid and reject her.”

“What happened outside her room?” Kristen asked.

“You’ll have to ask Jim.”

“I allowed Merry to kiss me at midnight, as I promised her. It was a real kiss, not a sister kiss. She asked me specifically not to treat her like a kid. Afterward, outside her room, I could hear her masturbating and she called out my name when she...” I couldn’t go any further.

Kristen smiled, and tried not to laugh.

Patty said, “Does that sound as if she were somebody who minds if you take a peek at her?”

“No,” I said.

“The people you think you have wronged have all forgiven you, Jim. You are no Tim Hawking.”

Camille swam over and Toby was with Lynette. From the movements of Lynette’s hands, it was obvious he was getting a hand job.

“What’s up, kids?” Camille asked.

“Jim is having an attack of conscience,” Patty said. “I was trying to tell him that everybody he thinks he has wronged has forgiven him.”

“And Patty is right,” Kristen added.

“Jim, you’re the only one that hasn’t asked anything from the Pussy Slave, and the hour is almost up.”

“How much more time?” I asked.

Camille said, “No clock, but I’d say about five minutes. From your workout last night, I’d say you will have a problem if you want to reach... completion... quickly.”

Kristen and Patty laughed, but the laughter quieted when they looked at me.

“I’ll visit her when Toby leaves.”

“Toby?” Patty said. She turned to look where Lynette and Toby were. She broke out in laughter again. “It’s been his fantasy, you know. A hand job from a naked cheerleader! This is classic!”

I finally found something to laugh at, and I found that Patty’s pep talk actually made me feel better.

Everybody really forgave me. Why couldn’t I see that? Maybe there was something deep inside me that wanted to feel guilty. I don’t know, but I realized that Patty was right, even if I’m not really a “jock.”

Toby swam away from Lynette, and I started swimming over to her.

“Hello, Lynette!” I said.

“The name is Pussy Slave, Mr. Big,” Lynette answered.

I laughed at Kristen’s name for me. I turned around and called Kristen over.

“Lynette, you told me that you have a crush on Kristen. Is that the truth?”

“Yes, Mr. Big.”

“Do you love her, I mean, really love her?”

Lynette paused for a few moments. Kristen reached us, but she hadn’t heard the question. Lynette stared at Kristen and finally nodded.

“Thank you, Pussy Slave,” I said, reverting to that name in front of Kristen.

“Do you have a request for me, Mr. Big?”

“Yes, Lynette. I want you to love Kristen. I want you to love her with all your heart. I want you to make her feel loved. You do that, and you’ve fulfilled my request for the party.”

I swam away, leaving two completely stunned blondes in my wake.

I hoped Kristen liked my present.