The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Camille found me later and told me she realized, as Kristen did, that June’s announcement was an exaggeration. She also knew the reason why, which surprised me. Camille was truly a smart person.

Patty wouldn’t look me in the eye, and when I tried to approach her, she would move away. She seemed to be truly disappointed in me.

Despite the fact that I knew Patty was mistaken, her reaction still hurt me very much. I hated having anybody be disappointed in me, and Patty was... well, she was special.

About an hour before we were going to start dinner, Patty found me. “Jim? Can we talk alone?”

I nodded. “Where?”

Patty looked around. “I guess here is just as good as anywhere. I just realized you aren’t sorry! You’re disappointed, and not in yourself, but in me.”

“Huh?”

“June is proud, but when you saw that I was angry, I thought you’d feel sorry, just as you did in the pool,” Patty said. “I just realized that you weren’t sorry at all. You were disappointed, and now I realize that you’re disappointed in me. Why is that?”

“I don’t know, Patty,” I said, remembering my promise not to spoil June’s announcement. “Why don’t you read my mind and tell me? You know how I feel, tell me why I feel this way.”

Patty looked at me strangely. “I can not read your mind, Jim. I just know how you feel. You feel disappointment, and I can’t figure out why.”

“Why would I be disappointed in you, Patty?” I asked.

Patty tried to work it out. “I was angry at you for taking June’s virginity. You are disappointed in me for being angry. Why is that?”

“What if I told you that Archy gave his permission?”

Patty nodded. “I assumed it, because I know that Tiny and Kristen were in the master bedroom and she told them. You walked out, and the fact that you still have your balls, which I’m just assuming, by the way, means that Tiny isn’t angry. Another puzzle.”

I shrugged.

“I’m angry; you’re disappointed. Kristen isn’t jealous, but she hasn’t been jealous at all during this weekend, so she may have expected it. June would definitely give it to you. Tiny loves you as a brother, and gives his permission. There’s something wrong with these facts.”

Patty saw Camille coming out of the water. Camille smiled at me.

“Hmm... Camille knows, and she would be even angrier, since Lynette and she are very protective of all the cheerleaders. They aren’t angry!” Patty said, continuing to work the puzzle.

There was a few minutes’ pause, and then, “Oh! I understand now. I’m truly sorry, Jim!”

“Huh?”

“Your secret is safe with me, Jim,” Patty said, smiling.

“What secret?”

“You want people to think you’re a scoundrel so they don’t think you’re some sort of God!”

I laughed. Patty definitely had a way of looking into your soul. She just seemed to get confused when she was intentionally misled, as was the case with June.

“I should be angry at June, but I don’t think I can do that. Is she the new Pussy Slave?” Patty asked.

“That was her idea, Patty. Now, I am thinking that I might regret that.”

Patty laughed. “Old truism, Jim: be careful what you wish for. I would think that you would have learned that by now.”

I laughed with Patty. I was very glad Patty was no longer disappointed in me. I don’t know if I could have lived with myself if she was.

Still, there was something a bit scary about Patty.

“What’s scaring you, Jim?” Patty asked.

See what I mean? “You, Patty. You are so attuned to my feelings, it’s fucking scary!”

Patty laughed, and I finally joined her.

Everybody started to congregate near the hot tub room about eleven thirty that night.

Kristen and I were relaxing in the hot tub, with Archy, June, Lynette, Camille, Wendy, Gerry, Jill, and Roy all lounging with us. Of course, this wasn’t exciting enough to suit Kristen’s tastes. Lynette and June were nude, as were Camille, Kristen, and I.

June moved over toward me and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back. Kristen whispered something into Lynette’s ear, and she smiled and moved over and sat on Archy’s lap. Camille and Kristen were hugging one another as well.

I looked around the hot tub and noticed Wendy and Gerry as well as Jill and Roy sitting a little bit closer together with their hands safely hidden under the water. Kristen wasn’t satisfied. She turned to me and said, “We need a way to differentiate between the two Pussy Slaves, Jim.”

I turned to June and said, “Do you have a name that we can call you other than Pussy Slave?”

June didn’t pause a moment. “Cunt Whore.”

A few of the girls’ jaws dropped as June said that. Archy actually coughed in surprise, but Lynette moved her face over to Archy’s and smothered him with kisses.

“Does that meet with your approval?” I asked Kristen.

Jackie and Steve showed up, and were astonished at the nudity around the hot tub.

Kristen said, “For your information, the Pussy Slave that we used to call June is now known as Cunt Whore by her own request.”

Again, this was met with utter shock.

Jackie and Steve entered the hot tub, and everybody positioned themselves into the tub.

I saw Roy remove Jill’s bikini top. Gerry decided to do the same for Wendy, and Steve fumbled as he undid Jackie’s bikini. It was apparent that Steve was a bit inebriated. There was a sign advising against using the hot tub while intoxicated, but Steve either didn’t see it or ignored it. I didn’t hear him slurring his words or see him exhibiting any of the signs that I learned to recognize from my father, so I ignored it as well. I now realized that he was probably the same way the previous night, although I was a bit distracted by the events happening at the previous party.

June distracted me by giving me a slow, leisurely hand job. I had my fingers between her legs, and was slowly manipulating her clitoris, which was rock hard. The look of pure pleasure on June’s face was priceless.

Afterward, Lynette wiggled away from Archy and moved toward Kristen and Camille.

“May I ask my Mistress if I can act as Mistress of Ceremonies for tonight’s party, or does my Mistress wish that Camille take over for the Pussy Slave?”

“During this Twelve Party, and the one tomorrow, you may be Lynette, but you will not wear clothing,” Kristen answered.

“Thank you, Kristen,” Lynette said, getting out of her Pussy Slave role.

“This goes for you, June,” I said to June. I really couldn’t bring myself to call June a “cunt whore” in front of others.

June sighed and gave me a big kiss, and then swam over to Archy while Lynette moved into the center of the tub.

Lynette announced, “Tonight’s Twelve Party will feature all the women who haven’t been a victim yet. This means Wendy, Patty, Jill, Kristen, June, and Jackie.”

Apparently, the rest of the boys would be victims for the final Twelve Party on Sunday.

As victims, the girls who still wore bikini bottoms removed theirs before being asked, having understood that part of the Twelve Party procedure.

“Good work, girls,” Lynette said, pleased that things were going smoothly. “I wish to ask the partners of the participants if anybody has any restriction to what their girlfriends should be allowed to do, other than fucking?”

Nobody spoke up.

“Very well,” Lynette said. “How about our victims? Any restrictions?”

Jackie and Jill looked nervous, but neither said anything.

“This is indeed interesting,” Lynette said. “Among the victims, anybody object to same sex oral activity?”

Jackie raised her hand. Jill noticed this and raised hers as well.

“All right, that’s quite fair,” Lynette said. “How about hugging, kissing, and cuddling?”

Neither girl seemed to have an objection to that.

“We seem to have a consensus, and it means hugging, kissing, and cuddling the victims by other girls is allowed. We’ll exclude oral sex for sanitary reasons. Understand?”

Everybody nodded.

Lynette smiled. “Camille, we have six victims and eight players. Would you mind acting as a victim to make the numbers work?”

“Of course,” Camille said. She was already nude, so there was nothing to take off.

“All right, we have seven victims and seven players. Tonight’s game is called ‘Ten Minutes of Heaven.’ All players and victims will be nude.” This elicited surprised gasps from most of the boys. “In addition, since no partners objected to anything, the rule is, ‘if your victim allows it, it’s fine.’ That includes touching, hugging, feeling, kissing, and whatever the two of you do. After ten minutes, you need to pick another victim that you haven’t played with.”

I saw most of the boys trying to surreptitiously remove their bathing suits.

Lynette added, “One final rule: Partners may not play. That means, Jim gets everybody but Kristen, I get everybody but Camille, and so forth.”

This was met by disappointed sounds.

Lynette ignored them. “I have a kitchen timer here, that will be our official signal.” Lynette placed it near the hot tub and wound it to ten minutes. “Players, choose your victims!”

I wanted to save June for last, so I went to Camille first. Since I did just about everything already with Camille, there wasn’t much I needed to get agreement about. We just kissed, and we playfully rubbed each other. After June’s extensive workout on my dick earlier that day, I wasn’t getting too hard. I didn’t mind it, and the two of us took the ten minutes as a way to relax and just have fun and cuddle.

All too soon, the timer bell went off, and Lynette yelled, “Switch!” as she rewound the timer.

Next to Camille was Jill, who was Roy’s date and also a cheerleader I introduced him to. Since Archy just left her, she was available so I quickly moved to her.

“Hi, Jim,” Jill said sweetly. “What do you want?”

“A kiss and maybe a hug. You can do whatever you want with me, but you’d have to be a magician in order to get a rise out of me. Between last night and today, I think I’ve hit my maximum.”

Jill giggled, and she grabbed my organ to see if I was fooling.

I wasn’t fooling, but Jill didn’t take it personally, and we spent our time together just hugging and kissing. Again, it was an enjoyable ten minutes.

The timer went off. “Switch!”

Everybody found themselves working in a counter clockwise fashion. It seemed to be the least confusing for everybody concerned. Of course, some people needed to be skipped when they were partners, but that was easy and consistent.

Jackie was next. I told her the same thing I told Jill about attempting the rouse the dead. Jackie was happy to just hug and kiss, but she whispered to me at one point, “I’m sorry about Steve. I didn’t know he was such an asshole.”

Actually, Steve’s behavior had been irritating me quite a bit, but I held my tongue, being the host. Even so, the fact that he smuggled cases of beer into a party that everybody had been told in advance would be strictly “no alcohol” was inexcusable. I had no idea how to deal with Steve without causing a scene, and as one of the youngest people at the party, I felt uncomfortable about doing that.

“Not a federal crime,” I whispered back, hiding my anger.

“I guess not, but I’m sorry just the same. Tell Kristen for me.”

“I will, Jackie.”

Lynette called out, “SWITCH!”

I swam over Kristen toward Wendy. “Miss Knockers, I presume!”

Wendy laughed. “That’s better than Winny Baygos,” she said.

“Who called you that?”

“Camille, at my birthday party. She got me a bra that must have been a 44 triple Z!”

I laughed. Wendy, being big bosomed, was always teased about her breast size. However, she realized that a lot of that teasing was based in jealousy, and she made jokes with the people instead of allowing herself to be laughed at. It was a great attitude for somebody like her to have.

“Do you mind just hugging and cuddling, Wendy?” I asked.

“You just want these knockers pressed against your body. The Great and Powerful Oogie is just like all the other guys, huh?”

“I guess so,” I admitted. “I just hugged and cuddled with everybody else so far.”

“Oh?” Wendy said. She hadn’t realized that.

Another hug and cuddle later, “SWITCH!” and next was Patty.

Patty and I didn’t say much. We just hugged and cuddled, and Patty even moaned during our kiss, even though I hadn’t tried to get her excited. Once again, I envisioned Patty with her red hair splayed out on my lap as she gave me a blow job, and lo and behold, blood started to flow into my penis.

“SWITCH!” came all too soon, but my final victim was the one that I saved for last: June.

“Hey, Jim!” June said, smiling.

“Cunt Whore?” I whispered. “Where did that come from?”

June winced. “It just flew into my head. I think I wanted to shock Kristen, but I don’t think that I did.”

“Kristen is hard to shock,” I admitted. “I bet you’re sorry now.”

“Who managed to get that thing up?” June asked, noticing my almost-erection.

“One of the girls,” I said, not wishing to violate Patty’s trust, since not too many people knew that we were once sexual partners.

“Must be a psychic. I figured you’d need a Ouija Board in order to hear from that guy again.”

I laughed. Patty was almost psychic, though.

“Hug and cuddle?” I asked.

“Sure, Oogie,” June answered. “Tomorrow, though, you get a blow job in the living room and I don’t care who watches! I want everybody to know that I have you in my power!”

I winced. “I thought you were supposed to be the Pussy Slave,” I said.

“Nope. I’m Cunt Whore now, remember?”

Once again I laughed.

We hugged. We cuddled.

All the sexual activity over the last 48 hours caught up to me. As June was pressing her body into mine, I fell asleep.

I dreamed that there was a blood-sucking vampire drinking me dry through my penis.

I woke up and felt two lips on my cock.

“No!” I yelled, still half in my dream.

“I felt that,” June said, softly.

“Where is everybody?” I asked, looking around. I was out of the hot tub and on one of the wood slat benches that followed the walls of the room. There were folded towels under my head to cushion me.

“They left. I’m supposed to bring you back to the master bedroom, and not to leave your side. Kristen’s orders. Or, should I say, Mistress’ orders!”

“You’re Cunt Whore again?” I asked, still not completely awake.

“Yeah. It’s like, three thirty in the morning.”

“I must have been tired,” I said, yawning.

June nodded. “Everybody was worried, but Patty told everybody you were just exhausted. Everybody left. Archy and Kristen are in our bedroom, so I get you tonight!”

“June...”

“Cunt Whore, Master.”

“June,” I insisted, “I can sleep alone. You go and sleep with Archy. If Kristen’s asleep, send her into our room when she wakes up.”

“Kristen’s probably not asleep, since she brought Lyn... Pussy Slave with her. I told Kristen your suggestion about... you know... teaching Archy?”

“I still would prefer to sleep alone.”

“Can’t do that, Master. Mistress told me to take you to bed and not leave your side. Her order was first, and therefore, it’s the one I follow.”

“Who made up that rule?”

“Cunt Whore did, Master!”

I sighed. “All right, but no blow jobs!”

“No promises, Master.”

I sighed once again.

June helped me up from the bench, and started to lead me out of the room. As we were about to pass the shower, I remembered the previous morning, when Lynette, Camille, Kristen, and I fooled around in there. Since I was no longer very groggy, I pushed June until she realized my destination.

I started a warm shower, and soaped June down. Looking at the contrast between the white lather and June’s chocolate skin actually turned me on.

June also seemed to like it when I soaped her ass, and I rubbed my dick along the crack in her ass as I soaped her breasts from behind.

“How do you do it, Master?” June asked.

“Do what?”

“Just when I think I enjoyed the best Oogie sex experience, you show me a new way to top it. I’m so close to an orgasm right now, that if you were to just...”

June was interrupted by one of my fingers suddenly moving south to touch her clit. “Oh, FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”

I continued to rub my soapy finger onto June’s magic spot. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” she chanted.

June was vocal, and she loved swearing. The echoes in the shower room probably woke up the entire group. I was in for a penny, might as well be in for a pound, I figured.

June tried to squeeze her legs together to keep me from rubbing her. However, the soap on my finger, combined with her copious natural lubrication, allowed my finger to continue to move back and forth unabated. As June’s first orgasm started to fade, another rose to take its place.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”

With the hand I was using to play with her nipple, I pulled June’s face toward mine and kissed her.

“OOMPH!”

It took a couple of minutes, but June’s orgasm finally started to subside once again. June physically moved away from me to escape my fingers.

She stood underneath the shower droplets, her breath panting. She was no longer shouting, and seemed to be willing herself to be calm.

“You, Mister, are a demon sent from hell to torment innocent young virgins!”

I laughed. “An innocent young virgin named Cunt Whore?”

“In less than a day, you’ve got me addicted to you!”

“I’ll tell you what, June...”

“Cunt Whore,” June corrected.

“June,” I said, sternly. “Any time you feel that you want to be a little nasty, especially after Archy goes off to college, just show up at our apartment. Whether you want to be Cunt Whore or June, it’s your choice. Stay as long as you want, and I’ll be there for you. This is not just an offer for sex, but if you need a place to study, or want to relax with a game of pool, or to use Kristen’s family’s Solarium with a pool, hot tub, and steam room. Even if you just want to read a book in the living room and listen to records. Stay an hour or a week. If you want sex, Kristen, Lynette, and I will be around and we’ll make it as romantic or as nasty as you want it.”

June’s eyes were wide opened. “Is that for real?”

“It’s basically what Kris offered Lynette—Pussy Slave. I don’t want a slave. I want a friend. I don’t mind cuddling with you... I told you earlier that I think you are really cuddly. If Kristen wants Lynette, then I want you. I think I get the prettier one.”

“I’m definitely not prettier than Lynette!” June laughed. “You really want me?”

I pulled June to me and pushed her once again against the wall of the shower. My cock resumed its place in the crack of her ass, and my soapy fingers once again were on her breasts from behind. “I want you like THIS,” I said. “I want you coming so much and so often, you will be afraid to visit us. I want you to yell out so loud, the police will want to find the girl that is being tortured. I want you to know the enjoyment of sexual fulfillment, even if it doesn’t mean actual fucking. However, if you agree to this, then after tomorrow, your virginity is mine to take or to let you have, as I choose. Neither Kristen nor Pussy Slave can take it, and neither can Archy, unless it is your wedding night. You offer me that, and I’ll take you places that even I haven’t been.”

“Why me?”

“Because you are cute, you are a cheerleader, you are wonderful, and you are June.”

“OK.”

“OK?”

“I’ll be your Cunt Whore. You have possession of my virginity. Take it or leave it with me, I don’t care.”

“I won’t accept it tonight, June,” I said, softly. “The first day you come to our apartment will be the day that I accept it.”

“You won’t have a free weekend for the rest of your life, Master,” June said, softly.

“Don’t promise anything you cannot deliver. You may not want it every weekend. I want you when you feel a need to step outside to be somewhere that you might be afraid to go, and you want me there to hold your hand. When you need to relinquish all control to somebody else. At all other times, I want you to be June, the wonderful cute girl that I fell in love with that is in love with Archy.”

June nodded.

“If you want to be Cunt Whore, then it’s your name, but I won’t call you that. You are not my slave, and you are not a whore. You are my June.”

June now looked at me as if I was crazy.

“One other promise. I will love you. I will love you in a way different than any other. I won’t love you the same way that I love Kristen, but I will still love you. Kristen has more than one lover; there is no reason why I can’t have somebody else other than just Kristen.”

“You are scaring me.”

“I think I might be very tired, June,” I said, softly. “I think my mind might have been thinking too many things at once. I do know that I want you; I love you, and I want you to be mine. I don’t want a wife, since I have Kristen for that. I just want somebody... somebody that I can have fun with, and know that I have Kristen’s permission to do so. The day before you marry will be the last day you can be that person for me.”

June nodded.

“Now, bend over and grab your knees,” I said.

“Why?”

“Do you trust me?” I asked.

June assumed the position.

Five minutes later, June’s howls were once again heard throughout the house as I rubbed my cock along the folds of her slit, feeling the head of my cock pressing against her clit again and again.

I woke up to the loveliest black face smiling at me.

“Hi, June,” I said, automatically.

“Cunt Whore,” June reminded me.

“June.”

“How do you do it, Master?”

Huh? “Do what?”

“Even when you’re sleeping, I love you. You made me the most outrageous offer last night. You want me to be your girlfriend on the side. Any girl in her right mind would slap your face. You have me thinking it’s an offer too good to refuse. How do you do that?”

I shrugged. “I was a bit out of my mind last night, June. I think it was lack of sleep.” Not to mention too much sex!

“I’m in bed with you, and for the last hour, I’ve been staring at your sleeping face. You haven’t touched me, and I haven’t touched myself, but I’m completely sopped between my legs.”

“I’ll have to do something about that,” I said, moving my hand downward.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!” June screamed, playfully. “Three orgasms yesterday, three more this morning. You will wear me out.”

“I think that makes up for two blow jobs in one day. Archy tells me that he worries about two in two days.”

June giggled. “He usually has problems with two in a single week. He says that I’m insatiable.”

“Let me help satiate you.”

“Don’t you dare!” June said, grabbing my hand before it went further.

“Would you like to do something nasty?”

“Not right now!” June giggled.

“Here’s a fun suggestion. Tomorrow is Monday. It’s usually Cut-Out day, but I’ll be in school. I want you there, too. In fourth period, meet me in the music room. Cut class if you have to, but meet me there.”

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

“Will you give me an orgasm there?” June asked.

“At least one.”

“Why the music room?”

I giggled. “I’d like to test out how soundproof the practice rooms are.”

June shook her head. “How do you do that?” she whispered, mostly to herself.

I kissed her warm, wonderful face.

Her eyes closed, and her tongue readily entered my mouth.

Having her distracted, my hand reached its destination.

June broke the kiss and whispered, “Oh, shit!”

The whispers didn’t last long.

June’s swears could be heard echoing throughout the house.

At breakfast, June was sitting nude next to Archy. She had the biggest smile on her face as she looked at me.

Archy finished his food, and got up. He walked to where I was and said, “May I speak with you in private?”

“Sure,” I said.

In my bedroom, Archy said, “June and I had a long talk.”

I nodded. I told June to let Archy know everything up front. I told her to tell him her reasons for wanting, but that Archy has veto power. I might be the one to help June explore her dark side, but Archy was June’s future.

“I also talked to Kristen last night.”

I hadn’t known that.

“She described Lynette in a way very similar to how June described herself. Lynette was fucking there licking Kristen, and Kristen talked about her as if she wasn’t even there. It was amazing. Lynette could fuck the entire football team—she probably has most of them, since I knew the rules about Lynette and Camille. She still wants to be with Kristen. She yearns for it. Now I see it with June and you.”

I shook my head. “June isn’t truly in love with me the same way Lynette is in love with Kristen.”

“I know that. I saw last night that Lynette feels something the way I feel for June. June sees you as... I don’t know... a teacher?”

I nodded at this. “Yeah, that’s more like it.”

“I never thought that I’d say this, but... you can have my girlfriend.”

“I don’t want your girlfriend, Archy.”

“Huh?”

“June is your future, and you are her future. June is like a little girl in a candy shop. Everything she sees seems wonderful. I asked her to let me control her virginity, but I only did that so that everything we do together has a touch of danger to it... could this be the time I take it?”

Archy nodded at this.

I continued. “You, on the other hand, are the one she loves, passionately and completely. I may get affection from her, and that’s fine with me. I have Kristen for the rest. I enjoy that cute, lovable, and playful kid that’s inside June and has been afraid to come out until this weekend. This kid may never be that way with you, because it would undermine the fact that the two of you want to be equals in a caring relationship.”

“Kristen said something like that,” Archy said.

“June sees me as this... knight in shining armor. The one that enlisted the man she loves to help defend the honor of a few of her fellow cheerleaders. I’ve been told by too many people that nearly everybody in school thinks that I’m perfect. Well, I’m tired of being perfect. I want to be seen as less than perfect. I want to have an outlet for this savage beast that Kristen discovered within me. June is that perfect person. I love her in my own way, and I also am very close friends with the person she intends to marry. I see a sexual powerhouse within her that she’s afraid to unleash.”

“Kristen never said that.”

“Kristen doesn’t understand the pressure that I feel every time my music teacher gives me an assignment. It can’t be just another one like the others. People keep on expecting more, more, more. This year the musical was Music Man. I have no idea what next year’s will be, but I wouldn’t be surprised if news networks don’t cover it. Do you understand that kind of pressure, Archy?”

“Yes, I do.”

“You do?” I asked, not expecting that answer.

“A linebacker that has a number of regional records and state records? A wrestler who has never lost a match? Do you want to talk to me about pressure?”

“I’m sorry, Archy. You’re right,” I said with a sigh. “I’m really sorry. It’s just that Patty pointed out a few things to me when I was feeling down on myself yesterday. I didn’t see that what I’m going through might happen to others. It seems so weird to me.”

“Jim, you’re sixteen fucking years old, and already you’re one of the most popular guys in school. You have June wanting you to call her Cunt Whore, and she loves it.”

“Listen, I’ll understand if you don’t want to be a part of it...”

“I do. I owe you so much, Jim,” Archy said. “In half a school year, you’ve taught me to sight-read music. You’ve taught me technique on the trumpet that my uncle never suspected, and people considered my uncle great. You went from being a person that people whispered about to being my closest friend and now my girlfriend’s lover. June told me she wanted to give you her virginity, and I said, ‘OK!’ She came back after yelling as if the devil’s got her soul and told me that you took it and showed me your sperm between her legs and how she’s now your slave! And I still think I owe you more!”

“What is wrong with everybody?” I asked, mostly to myself.

“Nobody knows how to handle you, Jim. Kristen might be close, but even when you start acting weird, you are nice about it. You have my girlfriend calling herself your whore, but you make sure she enjoys it more than I could make her enjoy being my girlfriend. Then June tells Kristen to have Lynette teach me how to please a woman. That was you speaking, June would never think of that!”

“She did,” I said.

“No, Jim,” Archy said, shaking his head. “The June that I knew a couple of days ago at the Prom would never have thought it. You’ve turned her into something... more. You didn’t take anything from her. You gave her—are giving her—everything that she never even knew she wanted. And in return, I get more than what was there when you started with her. I thought I had everything... a girl who loves me and who is wonderful when we play together.”

Archy shook his head. “You took her, and in less than a day, she is now a woman that will demand more from me until I learn how to give it. I am a little scared at what you will make her, but I know in the end she will be mine, and only mine. And, after we’re married, June will spend years teaching me everything that she has learned from you, and when she looks at me, she won’t be seeing you, she’ll be seeing me. I know that because I know you, and I know June.”

I shrugged.

“You know, at first, when June suggested having Lynette show me how a girl pleases another girl, I was angry. The nerve of you, thinking that I needed fucking lessons! I couldn’t stay angry at you, though. After all, the entire school knows how much you and Kristen are in love. Everybody notices the way that two of you look at each other. The two of you host this wonderful party here on the lake, and then literally give each other to everybody.”

“Yeah. It’s kind of weird, huh?”

Archy laughed. “So, I watched Lynette. I never saw two girls do it before, except for the kissing and cuddling in the hot tub. Believe me, it was sexy. I watched, and then I noticed something. When I play around with June, it’s just that. Playing around. Lynette wasn’t playing around. She took her time. That was the difference. There’s no magical touch or secret handshake. It’s just going slower and not rushing. If I hadn’t been looking, if I let my anger cloud my thinking, I wouldn’t have learned.”

I smiled. Pleasing a woman isn’t rocket science.

Archy continued. “When I did Kristen this morning, it was much different. Kristen enjoyed it—I could tell it was much better than before—she even sent Lynette out of the room!”

This was more information than I wanted. “I understand, Archy.”

“That’s it! I understand, too! June isn’t Kristen. June might give the world’s greatest blow jobs, but Kristen is completely different. I don’t share that love you have with her. I realize it’s the same with June and you. That’s why I’m telling you, you have my permission to teach June whatever you think she wants to learn. I know that June is mine, if she’ll have me. I know that you will teach June, the same way Lynette taught me. Even after one day, I already have something more with June.”

I yawned. I hadn’t gotten much sleep the previous nights.

Archy laughed. “Take care of June for me. I know you won’t hurt her, so I won’t even insult you by threatening you. I’ll ask her to let me know when she’s with you so I don’t embarrass her by showing up at her house when she’s not there. I have no idea what she’ll tell her mother.”

“Can I make a request of you, Archy?” I said, stifling another yawn.

“Anything, Jim.”

“Can you let her blow you today? I think if she were to try, my body would cave in on itself.”

Archy laughed again. “The old June would have only wanted to do it maybe twice a week. You unleashed a monster within June. You will have to learn to live with her. After all, eventually, I’m the one that will have to learn to deal with her after we’re married.”

June and Archy spent some “quality time” on their own that morning. I don’t know what they did, but I heard June reach a couple of loud orgasms.

The final Twelve party was in the swimming pool. Everybody nude, and just hanging around in and out of the water. People hugged and fondled, and everybody enjoyed one another.

It was a fun way to say “good-bye” after a wonderful weekend.

Before people started leaving, Lynette and Camille told everybody that this weekend was between us, and not to go spreading stories about what happened at the villa.

Of course, we knew that the younger students who weren’t graduating might whisper about some of the stranger things that went on, but we told them we trusted their discretion.

After most of the people left, and Lynette, Camille, Kristen, and I stripped all the beds and put the dirty linens into a pile in the middle of the living room floor. The owners would have a laundry service come in, pick up the linens, clean them, and put the place back in order. We were just making things easier for them.

We went from room to room, straightening things up to the way they were when we got there and collecting garbage. Kristen called the owner before we left, and he was impressed with the condition of the place when he came over. He left us an open invitation to return whenever we wanted to do so.

Lynette and Camille drove back with us, intending to spend the night at our apartment.

When we got there, Kristen revealed a surprise for all of us. In one of the “unfinished” rooms downstairs, Kristen arranged for a communal shower to be installed. It’s location was perfect for connecting to the existing plumbing, and the Swift’s “do everything” man, Harry, had overseen the work. It seems when Kristen is willing to pay whatever it takes to get a job done fast, people can work miracles!

Although I hoped I would get an early night and some needed sleep, the girls dragged me in to christen our new shower with a repeat performance of what we did after the first midnight Twelve party.

There’s something about soap against a woman’s skin, grazing your fingers over slippery nipples, rubbing a finger or two within warm slits, all the while having warm water pounding on your body...

Even Kristen’s oral talents couldn’t get much from me. Instead of being disappointed, she said, “Poor baby, did Cunt Whore wear you out?”

I simply nodded. Having June around, even if it would only be occasionally, would be a lot of work.