The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

My mother was delighted to see me when Patty dropped me off on her way to work. “Hi, Jim! What’s the occasion?”

“I’ve been neglecting my family too long,” I said, giving my mother a warm kiss on her cheek.

“Jim!” Merry said, running down the stairs to find out what the commotion was about.

“Hi, Merry!” I said, genuinely glad to see my sister.

“I had tryouts the other day!”

“I heard. How did you do?” I asked, not telling her that I already knew that she made the squad.

“It wasn’t easy. June and Lynette tried to help me, and Sherry even tried to help as well, but I still can’t do the flips like Sherry does.”

I nodded. “Sherry is a bit exceptional at that.”

“They said you needed to be special to get in as a sophomore. Sherry and Camille both made it. I think maybe Lynette did, too, but she never talks about things like that. I’m not as good as they are.”

“They are all older than you are, but if my vote counts, you are indeed something special.”

“They all speak about you, Jim,” Merry said. “The cheerleaders, I mean.”

I laughed. “I know they do. Just don’t repeat their stories to me.”

Merry laughed back at me. “June and Lynette already told me that,” she explained.

“Is my bicycle still in the shed?” I asked.

“Are you leaving already?” Merry asked, her voice full of disappointment.

“I was thinking of taking a ride to the mall. I thought I might want to hang out with my somebody special.”

“Kristen? Why wouldn’t she pick you up?”

“I was talking about you, Merry. Want to bike to the mall?”

“Shit yes!” Merry shouted, and then she put her hand over her mouth.

I looked into the kitchen where my mother was sitting. I saw by her amused expression that she heard Merry but she didn’t say anything. I think Merry’s occasional colorful outbursts amused her as much as they amused me.

“You’ll need to ask Mom, Miss Potty Mouth.”

Merry stuck her tongue out at me, giggled, and then ran into the kitchen to ask for permission to ride to the mall. She was given permission.

“Jim, will you be taking Merry to lunch as well?” my mother asked.

“Vaughn’s is nearby. I have some cash.”

Giving me her most motherly look, Mom said, “Be careful, you two.”

I kissed my mother and assured her, “I always try.”

At the mall, we just walked around. Merry and I talked about everything and at the same time, we talked about nothing. She told me how excited she was to be entering high school and even possibly becoming a cheerleader, although she was feeling quite sure that she hadn’t made it.

“So, where’s Kristen?” Merry asked.

“Back at the apartment. I figured that I don’t visit home enough.”

“You’re not home right now,” Merry pointed out.

“I’m with my sister, which is home for me.”

Merry looked at me sharply. “Sister?”

Once again, I was surprised that Merry caught that word, just as Lynette did. Luckily, I did have some time to think about it since Lynette and I had that discussion.

“Merry, you know why I don’t call your father ‘Dad.’ That word is associated with a lot of bad memories for me, just like “father” and anything like it. With you, however, there is no reason to call you anything other than my sister. I think when we first met, I was... how old was I? Eight or nine? Anyway, I guess I felt a need to differentiate my stuff from your stuff—you know, my toys, my instruments, my room. I think calling you my step-sister was a way of reminding myself that you weren’t really my sister.”

“I never understood why you always called me that,” Merry said softly. “I just sort of got used to it. Then you started calling me ‘Shortcake,’ which bothered me at first, because you and Jack used to call me ‘runt,’ but I noticed that you never called me ‘Shortcake’ except when it was the two of us, and you never said it nasty. After a while, I realized I liked that name. Patty told me that you call me that because you like me.”

“Patty said that?” I asked. “When?”

“One of the times we talked while you were in the bathroom back when she visited you in the morning. She said you really like me and that name was your way of making me special... you don’t call anybody else that name.”

Hmm. I hadn’t known that Patty and Merry had talked about me back then. I wonder what else they talked about that I didn’t know. I didn’t want to get off the track, though. I said, “In the past few weeks, I’ve seen you at the apartment a lot, and I’m realizing that you are growing up,” I said, smiling at my sister. “I never had any complaints about you—we were always best friends.”

“I know,” Merry said. She found a bench and sat down, nudging me to sit next to her. “I felt the same about you.”

“So,” I said, smiling at Merry, “unless you prefer me to call you something else, I think I’m going to think of you as my sister.”

Merry’s reaction was to pull me down and hug me. “I love you, bro!”

“I love you, sis! I think we shouldn’t get Mom nervous, though. Can I keep calling you Shortcake at home?”

“I told you, I love that name now, Jim!” Merry giggled.

We continued looking around the mall. The closeness that the two of us shared was something that I had been missing in the months since I’d been living with Kristen. June had been right, after all.

Jackie “accidentally” bumped into us at eleven o’clock near the food court.

“Hey, Oogie... Merry! Fancy meeting you here.”

The two of us said hello back.

“Merry, can I talk to you in private?” Jackie asked.

“I have no secrets from my bro,” Merry answered.

Jackie smiled. “You’ll need to give your sizes to Mrs. D. You’ll need to get a uniform.”

“You mean...?” Merry said, her excitement building.

“Welcome to the squad, Merry!” Jackie said.

Merry hugged Jackie very hard. “I got in?”

“You’re the only sophomore so far this year!” Jackie smiled. “Even I had to wait until mid-season as a junior to make it in. Congratulations!”

“Jim! I got on the squad!” Merry squealed.

“That’s great, sis!” I said, hugging my sister.

Jackie turned to me. “Can you give me a few minutes with Merry? Squad talk.”

“No problem,” I said. “I’m going to the candy store over there to get something for Kris.”

Jackie nodded and then added, “I’ll need to talk with you privately also, so just give us five minutes.”

“Sure thing, Jackie.”

I went to the candy store, and purchased a pint-sized clear plastic container of freshly made chocolate covered peanuts. Kristen apologized to me, and this was my way of telling her that I forgave her.

There were still a few more minutes to kill, so I did some window shopping until I noticed that Merry and Jackie got up from the bench that they were sitting on, which I guessed was a signal for me that it was safe to return.

Merry made herself scarce as I went to talk with Jackie. Jackie and I sat back down on the bench.

“Jim, I need to apologize for last night.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You don’t understand,” Jackie said. “I’ve lived in Camille’s shadow for a long time. She became a cheerleader in tenth grade, and it took me until mid-season last year to get on the squad. Kristen and you are sort of a legend, and Camille, Lynette, and even June seem to be part of it. I think I was a bit jealous.”

I nodded. What Jackie told me made sense.

“When Kristen ran into your room and started yelling, I got scared,” Jackie said. “I thought I did something wrong. When Kris came out of the room, however, she looked completely destroyed. What happened in there?”

I sighed. “I’m sorry you got in the middle of that, Jackie. Nobody blames you for what happened, and nobody is holding anything against you.”

“But what happened?” Jackie asked.

“That’s a private matter, Jackie.”

Jackie stared at me for a few minutes, and must have decided that I wouldn’t budge on this issue. Switching tracks, Jackie said, “I’m sorry if I tried to...”

“I said, nobody blames you, Jackie. You did nothing wrong.”

“You’re really not mad at me?” Jackie asked.

“Come back over in a couple of days, Jackie.”

“Really?”

“I mean it, but before you come, I’ll have Kristen call you to let you know that it’s all right with both of us.”

“Thanks, Jim.”

“Did you give Merry the secret handshake and everything?” I asked, changing the subject.

“We’ve found it prudent in the past not to tell the new people about the initiation unless they are alone.”

“I’m cool with that.”

Jackie asked, in a conspiratorial whisper, “Are you going to set up another recording session for Kristen on the first day of school?”

I laughed. “I’ve already done that once. I can’t continue to try to outdo the stuff I did last year. It would make things impossible very quickly. Besides, Kris will be at college.”

Jackie looked disappointed. “Well, whatever you do, we’re behind you.”

I looked around, and saw Merry looking over at us from the other side of the food court. I got up, and Jackie followed me. I kissed Jackie as Merry approached us. “I’m really not angry with you, Jackie.”

As we walked toward the area where our bikes were locked, Merry finally got up the nerve to ask me her question.

“Jim?” Merry asked, a bit nervously.

“Yeah, sis?”

“I’ve been told there’s going to be an initiation, and I need to bring a boyfriend.”

“Who will you bring?” I asked. “Jack Williams?”

Despite her nervousness, Merry burst out laughing. Jack and Merry never really got along. “I don’t have a boyfriend,” Merry finally admitted.

“I told you on New Year’s, any boy would be proud to have you as their girlfriend.”

“Some of my friends date, but none of the boys that asked me were... mature enough.”

I didn’t want to torture my sister too much. “Maybe I could ask Jackie if the squad would allow you to bring your brother?”

“She said I could bring anybody,” Merry said quickly.

“Did you want me to attend?” I asked her.

“Could you? I could tell Mom...”

“Just tell her you’re with me,” I suggested. “I don’t think Mom will mind if I’m there, but your dad will probably have a fit if he hears that you’re attending a cheerleader initiation.”

Merry once again threw her arms around me, and kissed my cheek. “Thank you, Jim!”

“No problem, sis.”

Merry and I ate lunch at Vaughn’s, and Merry wouldn’t consider any dessert, let alone the Belly Buster. We talked a lot together. Merry told me about her friends, and she again talked about her hopes and expectations about attending high school.

Although I didn’t want to disappoint her too much, I tried to reset her expectations so that they weren’t too high.

When we got back home, Mom gave me a warm smile. “Will you be having dinner with us? I’m making roast beef.”

“I’m not sure. I think I need to give Kristen a call.”

“No problem, Jim. We’ll have plenty enough for leftovers, so you and even Kristen won’t be a bother.”

“Let me call her first.”

“Is there something wrong between the two of you?” Mom asked.

I shook my head. “Kris needed to spend some private time without me, and I haven’t been coming over as much as I want. I miss my sister, the house...”

“Sister?” Mom asked, surprised. Just like Lynette and Merry, my mother noticed the wording change as well. Was I that fucking obvious?

“Don’t make a big deal out of it, Mom. Merry and I talked, and I decided that always referring to her as my step-sister didn’t make sense. She’s always wanted a brother, and I’ve always wanted a sister.”

My mother smiled at me. “I’m glad things are working out with the two of you.”

“You don’t mind if I borrow Merry next weekend, will you?”

“Borrow?”

“Kristen and I will pick her up, and we’ll take her to lunch and dinner. I really want to spend more time with Merry, since we’ll be going to the same school in a few weeks.”

“I’ve let her stay over before, Jim. Why the personal request?”

I sighed. “I have a music studio at the apartment, as well as a pool table. Merry’s all worked up about what high school will entail, and Kris and I want to talk with her so that she doesn’t get too disappointed. Merry likes hearing me play, and I only have the upright here. Kris is going to get me a mixer to go with my multi-track recorder so I can make professional sounding demos.”

“Really?” Mom asked, impressed.

“I also want to get a few friends together and put together an ensemble. Gerry said he can get me an audition for a weekly gig at Puppy Dawg’s.”

“You’re too young to go to Puppy Dawg’s,” Mom pointed out.

“Too young to drink, but not too young to perform. You know how I feel about drinking.”

My mother nodded. “Who do you have lined up for your ensemble?”

“Sam, Roy, Stacy, Bill, myself, Kristen, Amy, and Derek,” I said. “I haven’t gotten in touch with all of them, but I think we’d make a killer band.”

“How much money a week?” Mom asked, always the stickler for details.

“Gerry makes a hundred fifty, and his best stuff consists of songs that I arranged for him. I was thinking of using the venue to record us all together, so we can make live demos for the record companies.”

“Well, be careful, Jim,” Mom said. “I know I don’t have to tell you this, but beware. The music industry isn’t easy to get into, and it’s also difficult to get out when you’re big. Charley Swift told me at Kristen’s birthday party that she used to perform, so you might want to get her perspective and advice on this.”

“Great idea, Mom!”

Mom beamed.

Smiling, I added, “Let me give Kristen a call.”

I went into the den, and felt strange using the phone. At the apartment, there was never a time limit to deal with, but at my parents’ house, I needed to abide by their rules, which meant ten minutes maximum.

I dialed the private number that connected me directly to the apartment.

“Lynette’s House of Torture,” Lynette announced.

“Cool name! Can we get a neon sign?” I giggled.

“No,” Lynette said loudly. “Kristen is tied up and gagged right now. Can I take a message?”

“Are you playing right now?”

“Yes.”

“I take it that Kristen is listening.”

“Jim isn’t here. He gave Kristen to me to bring her in line.”

I giggled, wondering what was going through Kristen’s mind right now.

Lynette paused a bit before continuing her charade. “The services for Pussy Slave for the entire football team?”

My eyes widened as I laughed.

Another pause, and then, “I’ve retired from the Pussy Slave business, but I have a replacement. Do you think the team would mind a different blonde?”

I let Lynette play her silly game.

Yet another pause and then, “No, she hasn’t done anal, I think. I do have a toy that Cammy left us that I could use to loosen her up for you.”

“You wouldn’t, Lynette!” I said.

“No,” Lynette said, answering me. There was another pause and then, “I don’t know if she’s taken guys in her cunt and mouth at the same time. I think she’d be willing to learn, though.”

“Is she squirming, Lynette?” I asked.

Lynette again incorporated her answer within her charade: “Yes, she is. Each guy will have to pay twenty five cents per trick.”

I heard muffled moans in the background behind Lynette.

“Twenty five dollars? That would be a hundred tricks! I don’t know if she could take it... Oh... That sounds interesting, but you’d have to provide your own horse!”

“When should I come back, Lynette?”

“You want a test drive?” Lynette asked, still in character. “It will still be twenty five cents per trick. I’d have to pick you up, since nobody but me can get past the security gate without Kristen or Jim’s verbal OK. May I pick you up?”

“Certainly, Lynette. My mom invited Kris and me for roast beef. It wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to add another one—Merry and I can put in a leaf in the table.”

“That sounds divine!” Lynette answered. “What time?”

“We eat at six.”

“I can certainly be there in a few minutes. I’ll have the new Pussy Slave waiting for you.”

Lynette hung up the phone, and I laughed hysterically.

Merry came into the den. “What’s so funny?”

“Lynette’s playing a joke on Kristen, and it’s so cool!”

“Ooh! Can you tell me?” Merry asked.

“Sorry, sis. This is one Oogie Story that I won’t be sharing.”

“Aww,” Merry said, disappointed.

“I think you need to call Sherry and June and thank them for their help, huh?”

“Ooh, good idea.”

“Lynette’s on her way over here to pick me up. You can thank her in person.”

“Great!”

I went to the living room, where Mom and my step-father were watching television.

“Mom, Kristen and I have Lynette with us, so would it be possible to include her for dinner as well?”

“There’s enough meat, but I might have to make more mashed potatoes.”

“I’ll help, Mommy!” Merry offered. “Jim can help me put in the leaf.”

Mom laughed and looked at her husband. He nodded his approval, and Mom said, “Fine, Jim. I’ll have Merry help make some more salad as well.”

I let Merry answer the door when Lynette rang the bell.

“Lynette! I made the squad! Thanks so much for all your help. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Jackie told you that you’re on the squad?” Lynette asked, a bit surprised.

“Jim and I saw her at the mall and she gave me the good news!”

“I’m proud of you, even if you did tell somebody that you think of me as ‘Coach Bitch!’”

“I didn’t mean...” Merry said, reddening.

Lynette laughed. “I don’t mind, Merry. Sometimes I needed to be tough on you in order to get you in shape in time. Did Jackie tell you your score?”

“Eight out of ten. She didn’t explain the point totals, though.”

“That’s impressive for a sophomore,” Lynette said. “I bet you got two-four-two.”

“Huh?” I asked.

“Two for being sponsored, four for routine, and two for difficulty,” Lynette explained to me. “Merry started at two-three-one to my way of thinking, and after working with me, I decided that she probably improved one point each in the routine and difficulty.”

Having the former squad captain as a coach was obviously very helpful for Merry.

“Thank you!” Merry said, really impressed in Lynette’s analysis.

“You did the work, Merry. You deserved every point you got.”

“Thanks, anyway!”

“You’re welcome, Merry,” Lynette said. “I need to borrow Jim, but I told him we’ll be back for dinner in an hour or so.”

“Jim told us!”

“I’ll see you later on. OK, sis?” I asked my sister.

“OK.”

I kissed my sister on the cheek, and Lynette did the same as well. The two of us left and drove back to the apartment.

“I bet Kristen is scared shitless,” I said on the drive back.

“I may have laid it on a bit thick on the phone.”

“I was laughing my ass off,” I said. “Jackie apologized, by the way.”

“Jackie has an inferiority complex about her cousin,” Lynette remarked. “She may have unwittingly put Kristen up to what she did last night.”

I nodded. “Jackie and I talked. She said she’s sorry.”

“You know that I can’t hate Kristen, Jim.”

“It’s one of the reasons that I love you,” I said.

“I’m not just a convenient ass fuck?” Lynette said, smiling.

“You’re very convenient,” I said.

“It was the only time I achieved orgasm when a guy was back there.”

“Camille and I discussed ass fucking one night we were together when Kris was asleep. She said that ass fucking does little physically to stimulate the recipient, and said that a girl should not be too embarrassed to frig herself during the act.”

“Cammy told me that, too,” Lynette said. “I never felt comfortable about doing that with other guys. I would have done it with you, though, because I wanted to enjoy it with you, but when you did it for me, it was much better.”

“I love you, Lynette.”

“I love you, Oogie.”

I decided that I needed to find a good pet name for Lynette. “Do you forgive Kristen?” I asked.

“I can’t hate her. It was hard for me to even do that to her over the phone, but whenever I felt uneasy, I’d think about her happily ordering me to eat June, or to suck you, or any of the other things she made me do. I would do anything for her if she asks, but the terms I agreed to were that she gave orders, not just ask.”

I nodded.

“I don’t want to be her slave anymore, Jim,” Lynette said. “I want to be her lover.”

“I know. This was brewing for a while, wasn’t it?” I asked.

“It would have come to a head sooner or later,” Lynette said wistfully. “I figured it could last until I left for New York, but now I’m staying in Illinois.”

“June retired as ‘Cunt Whore’ before Kristen knew it. June always thought of it as a game, though, and let Kris play. June loves being ordered, though, so it’s different with her.”

“I don’t mind playing games, Jim,” Lynette said seriously, “but love isn’t a game.”

Lynette led me into the apartment. Kristen was handcuffed to herself in the infamous “Ass Whore” hooks in the floor of the living room. A black hood was over her head.

I almost chuckled at the image, but I knew that Kristen knew me very well, and that would give my identity away. I pointed to my watch and mouthed “How long?”

Lynette held up both hands and flashed them twice, indicating twenty minutes.

Lynette next moved between Kristen’s legs, and pulled something out of her cunt. I heard a buzzing and realized that all the time that Lynette was gone, Kristen had an active vibrator inside her. “I see that she hasn’t dropped this,” Lynette announced. “Think we should get her ready for anal?”

Lynette touched the buzzing vibrator on Kristen’s exposed ass pucker. I could see Kristen shaking her head violently, but she was unable to do anything to prevent the anal violation. Kristen actually froze when Lynette gave the vibrator a gentle shove down.

“Don’t worry,” Lynette mouthed to me when she saw the alarmed expression on my own face.

I trusted Lynette.

Lynette stopped her pressing, and said, “Pussy Slave seems hesitant. Do you want to say something?”

Kristen nodded her head frantically.

Lynette reached within the black hood and untied something. She said, “Spit it out” and Kristen’s head convulsed a couple of times.

Finally, Kristen said, “Please, Mistress!”

“Quiet!” Lynette demanded as she slapped her hand on Kristen’s ass loudly.

Kristen shut up immediately, and Lynette put the wet rags on a nearby end table. I moved over and saw that they weren’t rags at all, but panties belonging to Kristen’s favorite collection of exotic lingerie. Lynette actually gagged Kristen with her own lingerie!

“You can answer, ‘yes’ or ‘no,’ Pussy Slave. Any other words will cause me to reinsert this vibrator into your anal cavity. Do you understand?” Lynette moved the still-buzzing vibrator to Kristen’s ear.

“Yes, Mistress,” Kristen said.

I could hear the distress in Kristen’s voice.

“I have two dollars from this nice young man, here. He’s indicated that he likes what he sees. If I allow your ass to remain virgin, will you spend the night with him, allowing him to use your body as he sees fit, orally or in your cunt, and as many times as he wants?” Lynette asked.

Kristen answered, “No, Mistress.”

Without warning, Lynette paddled Kristen’s ass. “I’ve told you the penalty for saying ‘no,’ Pussy Slave.”

Kristen continued shaking her head.

“The alternative will be for me to demonstrate that you have been broken in by my insertion of this vibrator into your ass as far as I can put it. Would you prefer that?”

Kristen continued shaking her head. She knew what the penalty would be if she gave voice to her answer.

“Will you blow the guy that I have brought over?” Lynette asked.

Kristen nodded, and realized she was allowed to answer in the affirmative. “Yes, Mistress!”

“Will you let him fuck you?” Lynette asked.

“I can’t prevent him in this position!” Kristen complained.

Lynette slapped Kristen’s ass again. “I told you ‘yes’ or ‘no,’ only, Pussy Slave!”

Kristen shook her head. She knew that Lynette could have her fucked easily, but Kristen indicated that she wouldn’t be willing.

“Excuse me, sir,” Lynette said to me. “Can you give me that strap over there?” Lynette indicated something that looked like a white scarf. She put her finger to her mouth to tell me not to say anything.

I handed the scarf to Lynette.

Kristen was shaking her head violently.

Lynette pushed the vibrator back into Kristen’s cunt, but left most of it out. She positioned it so that the back part of it was touching Kristen’s quite erect clit. She then took the scarf and wrapped it between Kristen’s legs and tied it above Kristen’s ass, the scarf holding the vibrator against Kristen’s most sensitive nubbin.

“Fuck!” Kristen cried, her voice quavering as the dildo was resting against her sensitive places.

Lynette cheerfully slapped Kristen’s ass one more time.

The two of us watched Kristen as she tried in vain to wiggle to dislodge the vibrator from its secured location.

“Here’s the deal, Pussy Slave. If the batteries run out, and they’ve been running continuously for a half hour, you win, and I’ll tell this gentleman to leave. However, if you have an orgasm before the batteries give out, then you will have to blow this boy. So now, it’s you against your own body.”

I smiled. Without my cock or semen in her mouth, Kristen always found it difficult to achieve orgasm, although that wasn’t always true with other females, I noticed. Despite this, Lynette knew what a vibrator strategically placed on a vagina would do.

Who would win out?

Kristen’s ass was dancing in the air as she tried, fruitlessly, to dislodge the tormenting object.

I watched the scene play out, and finally, Kristen threw caution to the air.

“MISTRESS!” Kristen cried out.

Lynette dutifully slapped Kristen’s ass.

Kristen wouldn’t be deterred. “Give me the guy’s cock. Let me blow him. Don’t make me come; I don’t deserve it!”

This was an interesting turn of events. I looked at Lynette, who looked more than a bit surprised.

I shrugged back at Lynette.

“All right, Pussy Slave,” Lynette said, finally. “You suck him, and make him achieve orgasm before you do, and I’ll stop your punishment.”

“Thank you, Mistress!” Kristen said.

I know that I wasn’t the only male that Kristen took to bed. Her first partner was Will, and he took her virginity. I believe that I was Kristen’s second and only other male partner, although I knew that she spent some time with Archy Jonas during the Senior Weekend last spring.

This opened up a new twist, though.

Due to my shortsighted desire for revenge a year back, Kristen had difficulty reaching orgasm thanks to the Lucky Tickets. My wish was that she could only orgasm with my dick or sperm in her mouth. Since I made that wish, I did just about all I could to remove that fixation, but I was only able to lessen her cravings. The effect of the wish made it quite easy for Kristen to come when she was sucking me, and she put that effect to good use in the past.

Now, however, Kristen didn’t have any idea that I was the boy in the room with her. How would Kristen’s body react if her lips touched my dick and she didn’t know that it was my dick? I never tried to do such an experiment before—it never even occurred to me that it might help me get an understanding of the tickets.

I nodded at Lynette, and unzipped my jeans and stuck my rigidly erect dick toward Kristen. I squatted to allow my dick to get access to Kristen’s mouth.

Lynette pulled Kristen’s head up to meet with my cock. It was only in her mouth for a moment before Kristen pulled her head away. ”JIM!“ Kristen screamed, ”I HAD HOPED... Ahh...”

The rest of Kristen’s monologue was reduced to incoherency as she reached orgasm at that very moment.

Lynette was shocked. Kristen not only recognized my cock, but came almost the moment my dick entered her mouth. She watched Kristen, stunned, as Kristen continued moaning and writhing her ass in the air. The sight was hypnotic, and I found myself transfixed by the vision of Kristen achieving her ecstasy.

After a couple of minutes, something told me that something was wrong. Kristen’s orgasm wasn’t subsiding; it was continuing.

I turned to Lynette. “Lynette, untie that scarf!”

Lynette rushed toward Kristen and removed the scarf that was attaching the vibrator to Kristen’s pussy. Even without the vibrator, Kristen’s cries were still coming out, and her ass was still wriggling in the air.

“Where are the keys?” I asked.

Lynette got them from the end table and quickly unfastened Kristen. I took her in my arms, and held her against my body. Kristen was still crying out, her crotch grinding against my pants leg like a dog humping to get off.

There were tears in Kristen’s eyes, and she was still voicing gibberish. Taking out the vibrator hadn’t helped.

“I love you, Kris,” I said to my blonde Goddess.

Kristen continued to convulse.

I pledged my love to Kristen again and again, always with no reaction.

Lynette came over and hugged Kristen as I did at the same time. “I love you, Kris,” Lynette said.

Lynette and I repeated this to Kristen, over and over. After a number of times, Kristen’s eyes flew open, and she wrapped her arms around my neck and held me close. She was no longer screaming, but her breathing was still quite rapid. “Oh, Jim! Lynette!” she cried.

Kristen was no longer humping my leg and I noticed her breathing was starting to come under control. She moved away from me and hugged Lynette.

None of us said anything else; Lynette and I were waiting for Kristen to come down from her stratospheric high.

It took about ten minutes for Kristen’s breathing and heart rate to return to normal. During this time, Kristen would hug either me or Lynette, switching from one to another almost at random. When she was able to talk, she’d whisper that she truly loved the one she was holding, and apologized. Lynette and I returned her affection and offered our forgiveness and our own apology for probably having gone too far with her punishment.

Finally, Kristen pulled both Lynette and me into a big three way hug. “I’m sorry, you guys.”

“We’ve already forgiven you, Kris,” Lynette said.

I nodded in agreement.

“That was a total mind fuck!” Kristen gasped, shuddering at the memory.

“Kristen,” Lynette said, “I didn’t do anything to you that hasn’t already been done to me. I once had a vibrator in me for a half hour, and then it was strapped over my clit, just like I did to you. What happened to you never happened to me.”

Kristen nodded. “You weren’t given Jim’s penis when that happened.”

“Huh?” Lynette asked, confused.

“Put his dick in my mouth, or give me his semen, and I will come. It’s like an amplifier to me.”

Lynette looked at me, and was surprised when I nodded. “You get off on just having a guy put his dick in your mouth? Like that movie, Deep Throat?”

I heard of the movie but never saw it, so I didn’t have any idea what Lynette was saying. Apparently, neither did Kristen.

Lynette explained, “In the movie, the doctor says that Linda Lovelace’s clit is in her throat, so she can only orgasm by sucking deeply. Silly plot, actually, but funny in spots.”

“No. It’s not physical,” Kristen said.

“I think it’s emotional,” I said, trying to come up with a way to explain Kristen’s addiction without having to explain the Lucky Tickets.

“That was scary,” Lynette said.

“It was like I couldn’t stop coming,” Kristen said, her eyes unfocused. “Tasting Jim set me off, and all that pent up stimulation from the vibrator...”

“How did you know it was Jim?” Lynette asked, her eyes narrowing.

“Every girl tastes different,” Kristen answered. “Every guy does, too.”

“That’s true about semen,” Lynette replied. “Not dicks.”

Kristen shook her head. “I’ve sucked or licked Jim’s dick nearly every day since we started going together except for the week I spent in Austria and the two weeks I was in New England with Camille. Trust me, Lynette, you can get familiar with his special taste.”

Lynette seemed mollified, as she was no longer staring at either of us with suspicion in her eyes.

The three of us hugged one another, pledging our love for one another.

It took an act of stupidity to bring the three of us to this point. For the first time in my life, I was glad that it wasn’t entirely me that was responsible for that stupidity.

Kristen explained that she was attempting to keep me happy, since it seemed that the more girls that were around the place, the happier she thought I was.

I explained that I was only truly happy when Kristen was with me and when she was happy herself. I also knew that the key to Kristen’s happiness wasn’t just me. Lynette was a very big part of it now, as well as Kristen’s family.

While Kristen was in Boston, Lynette and I started to feel comfortable with each other. I guess that both of us originally felt that there was some sort of competition between us for Kristen’s affections before, but seeing how Kristen’s actions affected Lynette, and vice versa, the bond between Lynette and me actually grew stronger.

Instead of the three of us forming a narrow triangle with the two long sides representing Lynette’s and my love to and from Kristen, and the small side representing the love between Lynette and me, there was now something that more closely approached an equilateral triangle, thanks to Lynette’s and my blossoming relationship. Hopefully, over time, this triangle would become more and more equal between the three of us. I knew it wouldn’t happen overnight, but we were on our way there.

At dinner, Lynette and Merry were the main focus as the two girls talked about cheerleading. Merry’s father wasn’t too pleased that his young daughter was on the varsity squad, but Lynette seemed to mollify him, especially when she explained that Camille and she instituted the new policy two years ago to make the squad better and the qualifications more strenuous.

“Merry got on the squad because she worked hard for it, Mr. Cummings,” Lynette explained. “I know she did, because I coached her. She didn’t let up a bit.”

“I guess,” Merry’s father allowed.

Lynette continued. “I wasn’t at the tryouts, but the girls all knew that it takes talent nowadays to get on the squad. Merry got in as the only sophomore. Camille got in as a sophomore under the old rules, and I worked real hard to get in during mid-season in tenth grade. It wasn’t easy, because talent didn’t count for much, then.”

“I thought only Camille and Sherry made it in tenth,” I said.

“I made it in tenth, too,” Lynette said. “I became captain the next year, because I showed most of those pinheads that we could do a heck of a lot better. I suggested Sherry to be head cheerleader this year, but she declined for personal reasons.”

I didn’t say anything about Sherry, but I remembered that June told me that Sherry wasn’t the captain of the squad because she didn’t want to be part of Lynette and Camille’s “convenient fuck for the athletic team” duties.

Lynette smiled at me as she understood that I knew about Sherry’s refusal. “Anyway,” she continued, “I worked hard with Camille to get the entrance standards count ability higher than referrals from other squad members, and the team last year was great, especially when Jim and Camille talked Sherry into trying out mid-season.”

“You mean that only Camille and I made it as a sophomore pre-season?” Merry asked.

“Before Camille got on the squad, the squad refused to even consider tenth graders.”

“Wow,” Merry said, very impressed now.

“The fact that you’re Jim’s sister helped, but you would have gotten the required sponsorship anyway, knowing you, Merry.”

Merry beamed at me.

“I’m proud of you, Shortcake!” I grinned.

“Unless they changed anything, Thursday afternoons are practices,” Lynette pointed out. “Will you have trouble getting to and from school before school starts?”

Merry said, “Jackie told me about the practices on Tuesdays and Thursdays.”

Lynette smiled. “Sherry got her way! I’m happy.”

“Huh?” I asked, confused.

“If Sherry had her way, she’d have practices every day, just like the football team. She’s getting there.”

I nodded.

Lynette shrugged. “Sherry would make a much better captain.” She sighed, and then said, “Will you need a ride during the summer, Merry?”

“Oh, I can ride my bike,” Merry said.

“What if it rains?” my mother asked.

“Oh!” Merry said, not having expected that question.

“Practices are held inside the gym when it rains,” Lynette explained. “I have a late class on Tuesdays, so I can’t be any help.”

“Me, too,” said Kristen.

Merry looked at me, but I didn’t drive, and without Lynette or Kristen, I didn’t have anybody that could drive her except the limo driver I used, or Harry from the main house. Neither of those were really mine to offer.

Merry noticed my hesitation and then shifted her attention to my mother.

“What time, Merry?” my mother asked.

“Noon on Tuesdays and Thursdays, until four.”

“Four hours?” Lynette asked, pleasantly surprised.

“Until school starts,” Merry said. “Then it’s two until four thirty.”

“Way to go, Sherry!” Lynette said, happily. “I have Thursdays available. Maybe I’ll give Sherry a call to see if she can use a hand. I’d love to help out!”

“I think that I can be around to drive you if the weather is bad,” my mother assured Merry.

I laughed. “The Varsity Cheerleading Squad, starring Sherry and Merry!”

Everybody at the table laughed at that.

My mother decided to change the subject. She turned to Kristen, who hadn’t said much, and said, “Jim says that you’re building him a music studio.”

“It’s already built,” Kristen said. “I’m now in the process of getting equipment. I got a good second-hand amplifier for the electric piano. He needs a mixer and some other stuff.”

“That sounds expensive,” my step-father said.

Kristen shrugged. “What’s the use of having money if I can’t spend it? Most of the stuff we’re getting is second-hand. The beauty is that if we decide to get rid of it, I already know who the second-hand dealers are.”

My step-father didn’t have any response to that.

“Jim plays beautifully,” Lynette said. This was echoed by most of the other people at the table, to my embarrassment.

“I taught him piano at an early age,” Mom said. “He picked it up quickly, reading music almost before he could read words.”

I shrugged. “You make me sound like a child prodigy.”

My mother shrugged as well. “Your music teacher, Mr. Proilet, says you are one of the most talented musicians he’s ever met.”

Very embarrassed, I said, “I think he’s exaggerating.”

“He most certainly is not,” Kristen said, her voice sounding very stern. “My mom taught me piano at that age, too, Jim. I just never really cared for playing, because she kept me playing classics like the ’Moonlight Sonata.’ You have a love of music that transcends anything I’ve seen. You even made my mother sound like a professional musician at my birthday party!”

“She was a professional musician when she met your father,” I pointed out.

“Mom hasn’t performed in twenty years!”

Everybody at the table watched Kristen and I, their faces fascinated. I think this was one of the first times we ever had a minor disagreement in public.

“Your mother could read music, and I’m pretty sure she actually sang that song herself at one time,” I said. “Did you know that the arrangement that Mr. Proilet gave me was an adaptation of the one that Barry Manilow did for Bette Midler?”

“Stop changing the subject!” Kristen said, raising her voice. “Can’t you admit that you’re a great musician?”

I looked around, and saw that everybody was watching the two of us. “OK, Kris. I’m sorry. I just don’t like it when people...”

“I know, honey,” Kristen said softly. She turned to my mother and said, “I’m sorry for raising my voice. It just hurts me when Jim says things like that about himself.”

“I’m sorry I brought it up,” my mother said.

“Please, Mom,” I said, “it’s not a problem. I just get uncomfortable when people tell me how good I am. Mr. Thurd used to say it all the time in junior high, and he kept pushing me, having me learn how to arrange music, how to write vocal parts, how to do sight transposition. It was boring! I did it just to shut him up.”

Of course, I didn’t mention it, but since learning all those “boring things,” I enjoyed music even more.

Kristen shook her head. “This year, you were outstanding. You dominated all the concerts and the school musical was fantastic!”

I finally smiled. “That’s because you were there, Kris.”

That compliment earned me a kiss from my favorite blonde Goddess.

I think everybody at the table seemed quite relieved that our minor disagreement abated.

“I’m sorry, Jim,” Kristen said, quietly. “I know you hate hearing Oogie Stories. You also are uncomfortable when people say nice things about you. I think you’re sweet.”

Merry’s father decided to move the conversation to a safer subject. He said, “Lynette, you said you were going to college locally.”

“I’m attending the community college with Kristen. We’re both taking business classes, as is Patty Nadal.”

Merry said, “I’ve been meaning to ask, Lynette. I heard you received a scholarship to Hofstra.”

Lynette smiled. “I received a partial scholarship there, and one of the professors was thinking about starting a dance program there. I discussed it with my parents, who really couldn’t afford the tuition, and with some of my friends. I really wanted to major in business, and Kristen convinced me to tag along with her for a couple of years at the community college. It’s cheaper and more convenient to where I’m living.”

“Patty’s also taking business courses there,” I said. “She’s going to minor in art.”

“I think Kristen has plans for all of us when we get out of college,” Lynette said mischievously.

“Oh?” Kristen asked, innocently. “I’ve got plans?”