The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

June’s note, which had been to Kristen and Lynette, also said that she’d be over the next morning to pick me up, and we’d be able to pick up Merry for the initiation on Saturday.

I knew that I’d miss not having June around that day, but in reality, I was very happy that I’d be able to spend some quality time alone with Lynette and Kristen. I had a lot of making up to do with Lynette, who I had blown up at the previous night.

Kristen started to undress me after Lynette went into the kitchen to cook my pancakes. In the meantime, Kristen sat on my lap and fed me from her own plate.

“Is this June’s recipe?” I called out to Lynette.

“Yeah,” Lynette replied, “it’s her mother’s. You seemed to like them when June made them.”

“They’re great!” I said before Kristen shoveled another forkful into my mouth.

I found Lynette’s fork and I used it to feed Kristen while she was feeding me. Of course, the entire process of feeding each other just made for a mess, but we were enjoying ourselves.

When Lynette came out of the kitchen with my plate, she noticed that both Kristen and I had purple stains on our faces from the blueberries and whipped cream in quite a lot of places that indicated that our aim wasn’t always intentionally correct.

Lynette giggled as she saw the two of us, and went back into the kitchen. When she returned, she was carrying a plastic tablecloth for the table. She unfolded the tablecloth and placed it on the living room floor.

Next, Lynette came over to where Kristen and I were still feeding each other, and simply picked Kristen up from my lap. She carried my blonde Goddess over to the outstretched tablecloth and placed her in the middle.

“Stay there,” Lynette told Kristen.

Lynette crooked her finger to me, indicating that I was to get up, and at the same time, she picked up the plate she just took out of the kitchen. Without warning, Lynette dumped the pancakes onto Kristen’s belly.

“Ow!” Kristen yelled as the warm pancakes hit her body.

“There,” Lynette said, satisfied. “You want a mess? Let’s eat breakfast off Kristen!”

Despite Kristen’s initial cry of surprise, apparently the pancakes weren’t too hot for her skin.

I laughed, and got myself a fork and a butter knife and squatted next to Kristen. I tenderly cut a piece of a pancake and fed it to Kristen.

“Hmm,” Kristen said, enjoying her bite.

I wasn’t prepared when Lynette came over to the other side of Kristen and started pouring the expensive blueberry syrup generously over Kristen’s body, hitting her breasts, her legs, her face, and a little on the actual pancakes. She put the syrup back on the dining room table and then went back to where Kristen was and started smearing the syrup all over her body, before starting to lick it off lightly from Kristen’s nearest breast.

I got the idea, and joined Lynette on the other breast.

Kristen moaned occasionally, enjoying Lynette and I double teaming her on her breasts.

I got another great idea, and hopped off Kristen and ran into the kitchen, returning with the whipped cream canister. I told Kristen to open her mouth, and I sprayed some of the foamy substance into her mouth. I then stuck my tongue into her mouth as the two of us wrestled our tongues together, trying to get as much of the whipped cream into our own mouths and stealing it from the other’s.

Once the cream was melted to nothingness, I got the canister again and once again squirted some into Kristen’s mouth. This time, however, instead of sticking my tongue into Kristen’s mouth, I fed her my cock.

“Hmm,” Kristen moaned, and I saw her lips smile around my shaft. The texture inside Kristen’s mouth was quite unique, being much squishier and a bit cooler than usual. I started to move my dick in and out, and saw the cream sticking on my shaft.

I looked back at Lynette, and saw that she took one of the pancakes and used it to “paint” Kristen with the syrup, so that her skin was a light purple from the tops of her legs to her breasts.

Kristen started actively sucking me, and I started to come. I sent the first spurt into Kristen’s mouth, and then pulled out and sent the remainder over Kristen’s purple body.

Lynette giggled at what I did, and took the whipped cream can and added a spurt of whipped cream here and there to finish her masterpiece.

I looked at Lynette, and without saying a word, the two of us each took possession of one of Kristen’s legs. We started at her toes, and tried to suck them clean, ignoring Kristen’s squirming responses.

The two of us worked our way slowly up Kristen’s legs, pausing at various erogenous zones for extra attention.

When I got to Kristen’s crotch, I couldn’t notice the bruising, mostly because it was camouflaged by the extra blueberry syrup that Lynette deposited there. I gave Kristen a very light lick there, and I heard a soft groan as my tongue hit a tender spot. I tried elsewhere, and found that Kristen’s erect clit wasn’t tender, and my Goddess seemed to enjoy my tongue there.

I pulled my head up and whispered to Lynette, “Kris’s clit isn’t hurt.”

“I know,” Lynette whispered back. “I found that out last night.”

“Oh.”

Lynette and I moved toward Kristen’s pubic hair, and as we licked, our tongues would occasionally intertwine. After the first time this happened, Lynette and I made it a point to lick at each other as we continued licking the syrup and whipped cream from Kristen.

I came upon one of my own spurts just below Kristen’s belly button, and I licked it up. I then moved over to Kristen and stuck my tongue into her mouth, allowing her to savor my semen.

Lynette saw what I did, and stared at the two of us. After a moment, she smiled. Thereafter, whenever either of us would come across any of the semen that I shot on Kristen’s body, we’d lick it up and feed it to Kristen while deeply kissing her.

There was a spurt of mine that seemed to reach between both of Kristen’s breasts. Lynette and I scooped up what we could together, and then, grinning at one another, we both deposited the (admittedly mostly dry) semen together, both of our tongues squirming in Kristen’s mouth. Kristen’s tongue moved from mine to Lynette’s and back. It was a tight fit, and it may have been uncomfortable to Kristen, but there weren’t any complaints.

For the coup de grace, once Kristen was relatively clean, Lynette pulled me so that I was kneeling at Kristen’s head. Kristen tried to move her head up to lick my cock, but Lynette kept moving her head down.

Instead, Lynette moved down, and started sucking my dick, very slowly, right over Kristen’s mouth.

Kristen’s eyes were wide, and her attention was riveted on my cock moving slowly in and out of Lynette’s mouth. With all the stimulation that I received licking the syrup, whipped cream, semen, and bits of pancake from Kristen’s body, I once again erupted into Lynette’s sucking mouth.

When I was spent, I pulled away, expecting Lynette and Kristen to share a deep kiss.

Instead, Lynette kept her face hovering about six inches over Kristen’s mouth, and then she opened her lips and allowed my semen to fall out of them, down into Kristen’s mouth.

The scene was quite erotic to me; I knew that I and others shared semen with Kristen in the past, but this was the first time that there was a visual factor to add to my knowledge.

After Lynette’s mouth was empty, she moved down and kissed Kristen deeply.

The three of us lay on the tablecloth, pretty much beat.

“We’re a mess,” Kristen noticed.

“There’s a shower downstairs,” I pointed out.

“NO NOZZLES TODAY!” Kristen said.

We all laughed, and Lynette and I helped Kristen down the stairs.

Let me tell you. Kristen and Lynette are quite capable of making a guy feel forgiven, and I did my best to make them feel loved. After coming twice at breakfast, all I did was rub and fondle the two girls. Lynette didn’t mind me rubbing between her legs, but Kristen was still quite sore, and since Lynette mapped out where Kristen could and could not be touched the night before, I let her focus between Kristen’s legs while I focused on her breasts, face, and upper torso.

It took us about an hour and a half before we decided we were clean.

Lynette and Kristen thought that June’s idea the night before of using the swimming pool and hot tub was a great one, and we relaxed in the Solarium in the main house for the rest of the morning and well into the afternoon.

At one point, we were in the hot tub. I noticed that Kristen wasn’t sitting on her “special jet” (most likely due to her injury), but we were all very close together in the tub.

I sighed. “I’m glad making up is so much fun with you guys.”

“Kristen was right,” Lynette pointed out. “We’ve been apologizing too much recently.”

“Yeah,” Kristen added. “I hurt your feelings with Jackie.”

“I hurt you with the nozzle,” Lynette continued.

“And I hurt both of you with my unthinking words,” I added. “I think this whole love thing is new to all of us. It takes some people years to just figure out one on one. I think our problems are doubled.”

“Try multiplied by four,” Lynette said.

“Huh?”

“Kristen and me, Kristen and you, you and me, and the three of us together.”

“Wow!” Kristen exclaimed. “I never thought about it that way. We’re still finding bumps in the road over just the person to person things.”

“We do the three of us together bit pretty well, though,” Lynette smiled. “Breakfast was tasty, if a bit messy this morning.”

The three of us laughed, but I could tell that we were all thinking about what Lynette said about the difficulties inherent in a three way relationship.

The three of us were swimming in the big pool when Harry’s voice came over the intercom.

“Kristen?”

“Yeah, Harry?” Kristen answered.

“Both your parents are home, and your father has asked if you wanted to grill bratwursts for a family dinner.”

“On the porch?” Kristen asked.

“Yes, Kris.”

“Are they coming into the Solarium now?”

“I think they were trying to get your feelings on that.”

Kristen looked at me and then Lynette. Lynette didn’t seem too eager, and I can only imagine what my expression showed.

“Tell them to give us five minutes, Harry,” Kristen answered.

“Very well, Kristen.”

Kristen muscled her way out of the swimming pool with her strong arms, and then limped into the changing room. When she came out, she had three terry cloth robes. We put them on and sat down at one of the round tables that had four patio chairs.

A few minutes later, Daniel and Charley Swift arrived. They wore identical terry robes, although theirs were light blue instead of the white ones that the three of us were wearing.

“Hello, kids!” Charley said, warmly.

“Hi, Mom!” Kristen said, smiling. “Hi, Dad!”

“I heard you got hurt the other day,” Charley said.

“Just a minor bruise, Mom,” Kristen explained. “Jim and Harry insisted that I go to the doctor’s.”

Charley smiled and nodded. “It was a good idea. Harry said you were given a prescription.”

“Codeine.”

“Still taking it?”

“Not since last night.”

Charley nodded again and looked at Lynette and me. “And how are the two of you?”

“Feeling great,” I said.

Lynette simply nodded.

“Daniel and I wanted to take a swim,” Charley said. “I hope you young people don’t mind.”

“House rules?” Kristen asked.

“Of course,” Charley said, a gleam in her eye. She looked at me, as I had my mouth wide open and she added, “Oh, my. I think I may have scandalized the great and awesome Oogie!”

Kristen giggled.

I looked at Kristen, confused. Kristen shrugged.

Charley looked at Daniel, who shrugged also.

“Do you think you kids invented relationships?” Charley asked.

My breathing stopped. I wasn’t sure I wanted to have this discussion with Kristen’s parents. I looked at Kristen to see if she could head this off, but she looked confused as well.

“No, Mrs. Swift,” I decided to answer. “It’s enough work for us just to try to perfect ours.”

Charley and Daniel stared at me for about a minute before Charley burst out laughing. “Jim! That’s the last thing that I expected to hear from any of you!”

I realized that Charley and Daniel knew the extent of the relationship that the three of us shared. There was no use hiding anything now. “What did you expect me to say, Charley?”

Lynette never heard me call Kristen’s mother by her given name except for when I announced her at Kristen’s birthday party. She still looked uncomfortable, despite the fact that I seemed to gain a rapport with Kristen’s mom.

Kristen, on the other hand, looked a bit more relieved, since she noticed that there was no admonition or recrimination from her parents.

Charley shrugged off her robe and walked into the swimming pool. Charley looked good; if I didn’t know that she was Kristen’s mother, she could easily have passed for a college student.

I tried not to stare at Charley, but I’m a male, and I think there’s a law of nature that says that males have to stare unless they are blind. I think even a confirmed homosexual male will even stare at a nude female as lovely as Kristen’s mother.

Charley’s hair was blonder than Kristen’s—almost white. Her breasts were a bit larger than Kristen’s, and sagged just a little. I couldn’t see an ounce of excess fat or flab on her lovely body. I only saw her dark patch of pubic hair for a moment, since I was staring at her breasts at the point when I could have gotten my best look at her more intimate area. Charley’s breasts were similar to Kristen’s in that her nipples were only a shade darker than the dark aureolae that surrounded them.

The thought that kept on going through my head was, “This may be how Kristen will look in twenty years. Wow!”

I heard some water move, and noticed that Daniel entered the pool after Charley did. I hadn’t been watching him at all, for obvious reasons.

Of the three of us younger people, Kristen was the only one that didn’t seem embarrassed. In retrospect, this should have been obvious to us, as she probably swam in this pool with her parents many times before.

Kristen shrugged and slowly got up off her chair. “Want to join them?”

I didn’t have anything to lose. For all I know, every time I had been with Kristen in this house was heard by security over the intercom, and they may even have taped it to play it back for Kristen’s parents. Swimming with their daughter was about the least I had to be nervous about, except the fact that I’d be disrobing in front of Kristen’s parents.

Lynette, on the other hand, seemed stunned and didn’t seem to know what to do.

I whispered to my Goddess. “Kris? I need to talk with Lynette, and we’d both appreciate it if you distract your parents for a few minutes.”

Kristen kissed me, and then threw off her robe and walked slowly over to the deep end and dove in, swimming to her parents. Both Charley and Daniel looked concerned at Kristen’s noticeable limp.

While Kristen received the undivided attention of her parents, I started whispering to Lynette. “Lynette, Kristen’s parents already know about us. They are inviting us in. What are your options?”

“I don’t know,” Lynette whispered back.

“Well, if you don’t come in, they will find it hard to talk with us in the future. I think they want to break the ice with us.”

Lynette didn’t answer me, but thought to herself for a few moments.

“You’re right, Oogie. Besides, I don’t have anything that they haven’t already seen on Kristen, right?”

“Right!” I agreed.

Lynette kissed my cheek, and then got up, peeled off her robe, and then walked into the deep end.

I was happy. I thought Lynette would freeze on me. I’m glad she got the nerve to...

Oh, shit. Guess who was left?

I looked at the pool, and Kristen and Lynette were together in the deep end while Daniel and Charley were in the middle. Neither couple made any overt movements toward the other. Occasionally, every one would take a glance at me.

The problem was, I had (and still have) a horrible self image. I knew that I wasn’t a jock, and I didn’t have the muscles that Archy or any of the other athletic students had. If I was naked, I’d be a scrawny and pasty looking nerd.

I took a few deep breaths, and tried to think of something that would take my mind off my nervousness.

Naturally, I thought of June.

Great. Now I was a scrawny and pasty looking nerd with an erection.

Why did I think of June? I usually don’t have a defeatist attitude. I thought about cuddling June, kissing her...

No! This wasn’t working! What else was it about June that made me think of her?

There was June’s mother, but she wasn’t helpful in this situation. Who else? Archy?

Archy! It hit me! June told me that my cock was almost exactly the same size as Archy’s, except that his was a bit thicker than mine. I saw other guys at the Villa, and aside from Archy, all of them were a bit smaller.

Be proud, boy! If Charley or even Daniel were going to size me up, I didn’t have anything to be ashamed of in that department. If they were so shallow as to only consider that as a measure of a man, then I’d still measure up!

I took a deep breath, and slowly took off my robe. I was still a bit hard after thinking of June, but I was no longer ashamed. There were three naked women in the pool right now... I needed no coaxing to be erect!

I slowly walked into the shallow end of the pool, walking down the steps until I was in the water.

The water wasn’t too cold, as I already was accustomed to it from my swimming in it before.

Kristen swam over to me and whispered, “I didn’t expect you to strut!”

“Your parents are making a big deal that nudity isn’t something to be ashamed about. It took me a few moments to realize that.”

Kristen reached up and kissed me, removing any softness that might have been in my cock.

“I love you, Goddess,” I said.

“I love you, Jim.”

“Let’s rescue Lynette,” I suggested.

“Good idea.”

It didn’t take Lynette long before she realized the game that Kristen’s parents were playing. They wanted us to feel comfortable around them, and didn’t want us to be sneaking around, trying to hide our relationship from them.

Once we all realized that fact, the five of us had a great time. We even spent time in the hot tub, Daniel and Charley sitting together, and me sitting in the middle of a Kristen and Lynette sandwich.

I saw Daniel and Charley cuddle together without any inhibitions, and I did the same with Kristen and Lynette. After a while, though, I switched positions so that Kristen was between Lynette and me. This was much better, since it allowed Lynette and Kristen to cuddle together along with Kristen and me.

“Would you three like to have dinner with Charley and me?” Daniel asked.

Kristen looked at Lynette and me and saw our affirmative reactions. “Sure, Daddy.”

“What do you think about bratwursts?”

I knew for certain that Lynette didn’t like those. “Do you have Italian sausages also?” I asked. “Lynette prefers those.”

“I think we do, Jim,” Daniel said with a smile.

We all got dressed once again in our robes and soon, the five of us were making dinner. Daniel and I cooked the brats and the Italian sausages, Lynette and Kristen made cole slaw and a garden salad, and Charley made a mildly alcoholic punch.

As we put things to the table, I saw Kristen pour a glass half full of ginger ale before she ladled some punch into it. She put that at my place setting. I appreciated her thoughtfulness.

Kristen knew about my real father’s alcoholism, and while I sometimes took a sip of wine or champagne every now and then, I found that alcohol didn’t do anything for me. I also once admitted to Kristen that I once heard that alcoholism can run in families, and if that were true in my case, I didn’t want to become the embodiment of the one man that I truly hated in my life. It was for that reason that I appreciated Kristen’s diluting my drink with ginger ale. It showed that she was thinking about me.

The meal was wonderful. Simple food eaten family style. It was one of the few family moments that I spent with the Swifts since I moved in with Kristen at the apartment. Kristen’s parents urged Lynette to call them by their first names, and by the time the meal was over, I noticed that Lynette seemed much less nervous than she had been when Kristen’s parents first entered the Solarium.

After dinner, we all shucked our robes and returned to the hot tub. I noticed Charley hugging Daniel, and I smiled, and put my arms around Lynette and Kristen, since both girls on either side of me.

“What are your plans for college, Jim?” Charley asked me.

I shrugged. “I have another year to think about it. My music teacher suggested Berklee in Boston.”

“The music school?”

“Yeah. Kris said something about wanting to get her MBA at Harvard, and Berklee wouldn’t be too far away.”

“So you think that you’ll be a musician.”

I laughed. “I know. Musician is another word for broke. However, I love music. I like playing, I like arranging, and I like conducting. I honestly can’t see me doing finance for a living like Daniel.”

Charley nodded. “I loved music, too. I still do. I left that scene after Daniel proposed to me, and it may have been a good thing. I saw my girlfriend Honey get sucked into the music industry. They offered her a record contract and she made some records, but despite the fact that her records sold a bit, she ended up poorer than if she just continued performing at weddings and night clubs.”

“I’m not sure that people would want to listen to records that I make...”

“Stop that!” Kristen chided me, gently.

“Sorry, Kris,” I said, giving her a peck on the cheek to emphasize my words. I turned my attention back to Charley and said, “I prefer to live for the performance. Kris set up a music studio at our apartment, and it’s fun to be able to accompany yourself, but my favorite recordings are the ones I made during Kristen’s birthday party and the rehearsals for it. I might be good on trumpet and piano, but those recordings have great people playing all the parts together.”

“What kind of music will you play, son?” Daniel asked.

“My own,” I answered. “Some rock and roll, some jazz. I like the old big bands, but I also like contemporary bands such as Chicago and Blood, Sweat, and Tears. I don’t want to get too technical like those disco orchestras, but I love listening to Barry White.”

“Barry White?” Daniel asked.

Lynette, Kristen, and I laughed together.

“I can imitate a lot of voices,” I laughed, “but not his. He’s a deep bass. Did you ever hear a song called, ’You’re The First, The Last, My Everything?’”

“I think I heard the words before,” Charley said, smiling at her husband.

“Anyway, I would say that my voice isn’t as good as Barry’s, but Kristen would punch me. I think that with Kristen, I could make an outstanding jazz and rock band.”

“Me?” Kristen asked.

“I’ve heard you singing when you thought you were alone,” I said. “I know you can play jazz on both the acoustic and electric keyboards. Charley told me that you used to have a guitar and taught your brother to play. Your life may not be as focused as mine on music, but you definitely have talent.”

“I don’t sing!”

“I’ve heard you,” I said. “I think that with a bit of training, you could have as great a voice as your mother.”

Charley and Daniel burst out laughing. I sent them a look that would freeze the water in the hot tub.

“Jim,” Charley said, continuing to laugh, “we’re not laughing at Kristen’s ability. You just didn’t know, but Kris was given vocal training when she was younger!”

“Mom!”

“Hush, Kris,” Charley said as she turned to me. “She took lessons for a couple of years, and she’s a very talented singer. She stopped because she told me that she wanted to live her own life and didn’t want to relive mine.”

“Mom!”

Daniel added, “Kristen plays classical music wonderfully. Charley taught her bass guitar, but Kris picked up lead guitar on her own after listening to some records of—what’s his name? The Spanish guy with the guitar? José something? Anyway, she picked up guitar on her own, and as Charley said, she taught Will to play. When Will tried to put together a band a couple of years ago, he asked Kris sing and play a couple of songs.”

“Daddy!”

I could tell that Kristen was getting agitated about this. I figured that I could talk to her parents at a later time about Kristen’s musical upbringing.

“You asked me what I want to do for college, Mrs. Swift,” I said, taking the spotlight off my blonde Goddess. “I want to put together a band, and I want great people in it. I want to be a band that people will want to travel to see. We’ll play rock, jazz, blues, some classics and some stuff that we write ourselves.”

“Where will you play?” Daniel asked.

“I’d start at an established night spot until we make a name for ourselves. After that, we can consider our options.”

“You seem to have it figured out.”

Lynette said, “Jim is already looking into Puppy Dawg’s.”

“In town?” Daniel asked.

“Yes,” Lynette said. “He talked with my old friend Gerry, whose band is mostly disbanded, and they’re trying to set up an audition.”

“Where did you hear that?” I asked Lynette.

“Gerry and I used to date. We’re still good friends and we talk.”

“I know the owner of Puppy Dawg’s,” Daniel said.

“Please, Mr. Swift,” I begged, “don’t talk to him. I want to succeed or fail on my own merits.”

Daniel nodded. “I wasn’t going to talk with him, but I was going to point out that your age might be a stumbling block. They serve alcohol there.”

“I’m not going to drink there, Daniel,” I said. “I’m just going to be a performer, part of a group, like you say Kristen was when Will was part of a group.”

Daniel was quiet for a moment and said, “If you call yourselves ‘Oogie Woogie and the Impromptu Jazz Band,’ then it will be you signing the papers. You’re still underage.”

I shrugged. “Lynette is eighteen. She can be our manager.”

Lynette and Kristen gasped at that statement. Daniel and Charley chuckled at their reaction.

Daniel said, “I thought the two of you would be used to Jim’s way of thinking by now.”

Kristen asked, “Huh?”

Daniel said, “Did you ever notice that he doesn’t bother thinking about roadblocks? When he comes to one, he simply moves around it. If somebody tells him about a problem in advance, he already has the answer worked out, but even if he doesn’t know about it in advance, he comes up with a quick solution.”

Lynette and Kristen were staring at me.

Daniel continued. “If I had a man with his talent for spotting solutions as quickly as Jim, I’d start him out at a hundred thousand and put him in charge of all my other employees. Too bad high finance isn’t Jim’s forté.”

Both girls at my side didn’t say anything, but Charley chuckled. “That’s why we love him, dear.”

The three of us declined an invitation to the steam room, and walked back to the apartment together.

“Your parents seem pretty at ease with our living situation,” Lynette said.

Kristen shrugged. “Mom and Dad told Will the whole story, and he told it to me. Mom was living with Aunt Honey when she met Dad. The three of them lived together in a similar relationship to ours until Dad proposed. Aunt Honey wanted to pursue a solo career anyway, so they broke it off amicably, but Mom knows what it’s like to live the way we do.”

“Aunt Honey?” I asked.

“I haven’t heard from her or about her in years,” Kristen said with a shrug. Her eyes moved down. “I sometimes miss her. She was always fun to be around.”

“Do you mean to say that your mom and your aunt were...”

“When Will told Mom about his lifestyle, she explained about hers, and how she understood. You don’t know how relieved Will was when he found out that Mom and Dad were very understanding. You’ll find my parents won’t be too judgmental.”

Lynette turned to me. “What’s this about me being a manager of a rock band?”

“I proposed it as a solution. I’d ask you first before I made any commitments.”

“Why would I be the manager, and not Kristen?”

“Kristen has enough to worry about with her money and everything. Without meaning anything bad about Kristen, you’re more thoughtful about others, and of all the people that I know, either you or Patty would be the perfect person to manage a band.”

“But I know nothing about managing a band!”

“You’re the one in college,” I said. “You now have an entire semester to plan. You said you were friends with Gerry, so you can talk to him since he’s played before. Find out what he would like to see in a manager.”

“You’re serious!” Lynette said.

“Welcome to the club, Lynette,” Kristen said with a smirk.

The girls headed upstairs, but I redirected them into the playroom.

“Rack ‘em up, Lynette. Kristen’s breaking.”

“It won’t be a fair game,” Lynette warned.

“I have a new game. Break and Come.”

“Huh?” Kristen asked.

“Lynette racks the balls,” I explained. “One of us shoots. The number of balls sunk on the break is the number of orgasms that person will get tonight. Sink the eight ball, and you’ll get the magic fifteen!”

“You want me to break for orgasms?” Kristen said.

“All of us, one break each.”

“You’re a silly and romantic man!”

Kristen was first, and she sunk two balls.

I racked them up for Lynette and she took her shot. Nothing sunk. Kristen and I agreed to give her another shot and she sank a solid ball.

Lynette racked them up for me.

I remembered a trick that Camille showed me that I practiced a lot. Despite the fact that my odds were about four in ten for this particular shot, in nearly every case, I always sunk at least one ball.

I moved the cue to the side on the diamond, a little bit away from the cushion to be able to put some English on the ball. I hit the cue ball low and to the right of the center with as much force as I could while still maintaining control over my destination.

The cue ball hit between the second and third balls in the rack, and almost immediately, a ball went straight to the corner on the side where I started the cue ball. The rest of the balls started to move, and a second ball sank. I was watching one ball in particular and saw it heading straight for the side pocket.

“He sunk the eight ball!” Lynette yelled.

I snickered. As I said, I was usually less than fifty percent on this shot, but sometimes it played out. Even without the eight ball, three other balls were sunk by that shot.

“Where did you learn that trick?” Lynette asked me.

Before I could answer, Kristen answered, “Camille.”

I nodded at Kristen.

“Do you think you have fifteen orgasms within you?” Kristen asked menacingly.

“Nope,” I admitted. “I’ll take two, and give six of mine to you, and the other seven to Lynette. That makes it eight for each of you, and two for little ole me.”

The two girls decided that since I was the big winner of the break, I should be the first to experience an orgasm. We went to the “recovery room” to enjoy our prizes.

Lynette started fondling my cock until it was hard. Kristen and Lynette took their places on either side of me, and each started licking my shaft.

This was one of my favorite activities, and despite the fact that I slept with more than one woman constantly, it didn’t happen very often. For some reason, Lynette, Kristen, and even June considered oral sex a private one on one experience. To tell you the truth, I usually felt the same way, but having Lynette and Kristen do it together to me that night felt special.

The two girls took turns taking me into my mouth for a couple of strokes, while the other one would continue licking my shaft, my balls, and occasionally kissing each other.

Unfortunately, I didn’t have the best view of this action, so I compensated by simply closing my eyes and just focusing on the sensations.

After a bit, it got to the point where I couldn’t tell which girl was actively sucking me. It wasn’t as if the two girls had similar techniques, but what they were doing was out of the ordinary for either of them.

Feeling the two of them working on me made me feel like a king. I reveled in the sensations and realized that the girls weren’t trying very hard for me to achieve my release. I laid back, thinking about how lucky I was to have two wonderful women willing to please me.

It occurred to me that I could have any number of women willing to please me if I used my lucky tickets. This was a strange thought; I hadn’t even thought about them in the last few weeks. It was true, though. I could have every cheerleader in the school working on my dick at once, if such a thing was even possible.

I realized that Merry was going to be a cheerleader. With a ticket, I could make her mine, devoting her body and her entire being to providing me comfort. I could find the girls that I thought were too big for their britches and fuck them in the ass dry in front of all their friends.

Suddenly, I wondered where were these thoughts coming from? I was out of the revenge business, but here I was, actually fantasizing about doing it again with a vengeance. Had I learned nothing?

Why was I even fantasizing about anybody else when Lynette and Kristen were right here in bed with me, doing their damnedest to make this the longest blow job of my life?

My eyes shot open as I realized that Camille’s warnings were true. Just as I got the urge to make Camille my slave that day at Lake Shore Point, those tickets were still trying to get control of my life!

I must have been breathing very hard, because Kristen left her spot near my dick and moved over to me and kissed me warmly. “What’s wrong?” she whispered.

“I’m not sure,” I said.

“I’ll chase those ghosts away,” Kristen murmured, and she kissed me again, this time for a longer period of time.

Lynette was sucking me now, my dick about halfway in her mouth. Like Kristen, Lynette knew how to go deep, but she once confided to me that she didn’t enjoy it. For that reason, she was taking me just to the point where I would reach her throat. Even so, Lynette was talented enough to know how to use her lips and tongue, and with the added stimulation of Kristen kissing me, I realized that my arousal was reaching its limit.

Kristen must have sensed my feelings, as she stopped kissing me and took over for Lynette. Lynette, for her part, took over where Kristen left off and started kissing me. I soon felt myself pouring my essence into Kristen’s sucking mouth.

I was happy that Kristen was able to get her “fix” from me, and Lynette seemed in no hurry to stop kissing me. This was fine with me, and I continued kissing her.

Unfortunately, for some reason, as I was kissing Lynette, I fell fast asleep.

I didn’t realize that I fell asleep until I woke up in the middle of the night. I turned around and saw Kristen and Lynette in a tight hug, their steady breathing indicating that they were asleep. I felt terrible about falling asleep while we were making love—and it wasn’t the first time for me! Quietly, I moved until I was spooned behind Kristen. I felt Kristen’s ass wiggle against me in her sleep, and I fell asleep once again, hugging my lovely blonde Goddess.